Selene’s POV

Lucian hadn’t stepped foot in the bar since our last encounter. I found myself restless, unsettled by the silence. The usual hustle and clamor of the bar had taken on a sharper edge, the tension palpable as whispers about the Southern werewolves began to spread. The patrons, normally so loud and carefree, now spoke in hushed voices, leaning close to one another as if the mere mention of the Southern Pack could bring down more ...