Lucien’s POV

“Do you ever stop pacing?” Matteo asked as I paced around the yard.

I circled the perimeter of the yard again. The cottage was located far from the city but not too far from the Alpha’s packhouse. It looked like a normal cottage, so no one would suspect anyone residing in it.

It belonged to an old lady; however, she had passed away before I was brought in.

Matteo leaned against the fence post, arms folded, that irritatingly knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re ...