Lucas POV
The sleek black SUV ate up the miles between the human world and Golden Moon territory, each passing minute bringing me closer to home. I rehearsed my story again in my mind, fine-tuning the details, perfecting my injured innocence.
"I was at the Summit the entire time," I murmured to myself, flipping through the forged documents Kevin had provided. "Someone used my scent, my identity, to frame me. I only learned what happened upon my return."
Would they believe it? The Alpha Council wasn't known for its gullibility, but the evidence was substantial. Flight records, hotel confirmations, witness testimonies—Kevin had been thorough, I'd give him that. And Vanessa's unwavering insistence that I couldn't have been responsible would add credibility to my claims.
