Lucius
I arrived at Greyhound pack, my body aching from the long journey but my mind sharp and alert. The familiar scents of home washed over me as I made my way to the pack house, nodding briefly to the guards who recognized me. Despite the comfort of being back, I couldn't allow myself to relax. There was too much at stake.
Quickly, I headed to my quarters, shedding my travel-worn clothes and stepping into the shower.
I stripped down, the warm water from the shower washing away the dirt but not the tension. I could already anticipate the confrontation that was waiting for me. Xavier wasn't one to forgive easily, and I had left him without any warning.