Lucas's POV

The scent slams into me like a fist—Sterling's stench, sour with arrogance and fear, clinging to the underbrush just shy of Shadow Star's border. I drop low, nose skimming the dirt, claws sinking into the damp earth as I breathe it in.

Pine, wet moss, and that bastard's trail, faint but unmistakable. 'Sloppy fucker didn't even bother hiding it.'

Thor growls in my chest, hackles up, urging me to tear across the line and rip out ...