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 violence.
Word traveled fast in the Umbra Pack, even when no one spoke aloud. I had overheard bits and pieces—rumors of brutal attacks by the Southern werewolves targeting Rogues. Their assaults were vicious, unrelenting, and meant to send a message. But that wasn’t what troubled me most. It was the murmurs about Lucian that stirred something inside me.