Lucas's POV

The packhouse rises ahead through the helicopter's windshield, stone walls and familiar training grounds that make my wolf practically howl with relief.

'Home. Finally fucking home.'

After weeks of demon possessions, magical covens, and watching Moira push herself beyond every limit—home looks like paradise. My hands tighten on my knees as Logan guides us down, every instinct screaming to get our mate on solid ground, surrounded by ...