Lucian
We crossed the street, my impatience bleeding into each step. I knocked on the door, firm and quick.
Mara touched my arm. “Relax,” she murmured.
I forced myself to ease up, but I didn’t stop. Someone was inside, I could feel it, a quiet certainty in my gut. I was about to reach out and link them when the door opened.
A middle-aged woman stood there, dark-skinned, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Alpha Nighthorn?” she asked, voice a little shaky.
I smiled politely, cutting straight to the point before shock turned into small talk. “Please, I need to know the last time you saw Denis Stormborn.”
Her gaze shifted past me to Mara, and her expression softened.
“Luna Mara, nice to meet you. Please, come in.”
Every instinct told me to keep this quick, but refusing would be rude. We
