Lucas's POV
That night, the night air was cool, slipping through the small window of the small room they'd assigned me in Shadow Crest's pack. I stood by the window, a threadbare towel knotted loosely around my waist, my skin still damp from the shower I'd just taken. The water had been hot, almost scalding and soothing, but it hadn't washed away the tension coiled in my chest.
My reflection in the glass stared back at me, with injury marks under my eyes and a faint bruise showing along my jaw from the ambush that had brought me here. My hairy chest, still glistening with water droplets, made me uncomfortable as I was about to take off my towel and wipe it off. I wasn't used to being so exposed in a strange pack, not in a place like this, where every glance felt like discomfort.
