Chapter 111 A Discreet Meeting

• ~Lucian~
• The scent of pine and wet earth filled the air as I approached the meeting point, a remote glade far from Silvercrest’s borders. The moon hung low in the sky, its light barely breaking through the dense canopy of trees above. The chosen location was perfect for discretion—neutral ground, tucked away where no one from any of our packs would dare to look.
• My eyes adjusted to the dim light as I spotted Ronan first, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. His wolf was close, barely restrained beneath his skin, and I could feel the weight of his tension even from a distance. Thorne emerged next, from the opposite direction, his eyes already locked on me, assessing. Neither of us trusted the other, and our disdain for one another was palpable. I knew this meeting would be difficult, but it was necessary.