Lucien POV
I stood on the balcony with Esme by my side, I had various thoughts going through my head. I was frustrated about Avery's situation, I couldn't get to her, I couldn't get any news about her.
"Any news?" I asked Esme again for what seemed like the hundredth time and she patients relied,
"Patience, alpha Lucien."
I sighed and nodded my head and I went back to looking at the sky. I found that I could calm myself down by staring at the sky, otherwise, I would probably be throwing a tantrum by now.
It was probably because I felt like I was staring at my father, I had always found his presence calming and even now, I felt like he was with me always.
I waited patiently, I and Esme were waiting for news from our torture department. After I had hit a dead end with Devon, I decided to take a much more unorthodox style.