Elsa
As I watched Lucas, I was confident fate had someone special in store for Lucas, someone who would love him with the kind of undivided attention he deserved, free from competition or lingering wounds.
He’d find his true partner in time, and it would be someone who could give him her whole heart.
The drive was long, filled with countless stops for my seemingly endless need to eat or pee. Lucas found it all amusing, laughing at my frequent requests, while Adam grumbled about the delays.
Still, they took turns driving, and I slept most of the time in the backseat, grateful for the comfort. By the time we finally arrived at the gunsmith’s estate, I was relieved to stretch my legs. Isaac Western was the only gunsmith known for making bullets strong enough to kill werewolves, and as a
