Chapter 129

• “I’m glad to see that you’re still able to shift,” Clark remarked, his voice even, though his eyes didn’t stay on Lucas for long. Instead, they dropped back to the scattered documents on the desk, as if he regretted acknowledging the elephant—or rather, the Beast—in the room.
• Lucas’s wolf-form let out a low, rumbling growl—not aggressive, but clearly irritable. With deliberate slowness, the Beast padded to the center of the room and dropped onto his haunches, his large frame dominating the space. I frowned, taken aback by Clark’s comment. Still able to shift? The implication hit me like cold water. Was there a danger that Lucas might lose his ability to shift? And no one thought to tell me?
• Heat flared in my chest, anger rising quickly, as I realized this was yet another significant truth kept from me. Another reminder that I was still being shielded, still treated like a fragile outsider—even now, after everything.