Lucan’s POV

The city never slept, but it sure as hell forgot.

That’s what I told myself every time I walked these streets, head down, coat collar high, pretending to belong. Steel towers. Glass storefronts. Concrete soaked with old stories no one cared to remember. The pulse of it all, loud, fast, numbing, kept most wolves from paying attention to what lay underneath.

But tonight?

Tonight, the city felt... off.

I stopped in front of a corner store that had long since closed down. Neon ...