Lara's POV
Their pack lived in a place the world barely touched. No tall buildings. No endless traffic. No city lights spilling through glass windows at night. Just thick trees, narrow roads, and a town that felt like it had learned to stay quiet for survival.
It was nothing like Marco's world. My husband and his family thrived in the big city where everything moved fast and people acted like they owned the streets. They were powerful there in a way that looked clean and untouchable, hidden behind business suits and money.
But here?
Power wasn't hidden. Power had claws. And it had a name everyone refused to say too loudly. It was Lucio.
I didn't even need someone to warn me about him. I could tell by the way the people around us moved the moment we stepped into town. Conversations died mid sentence. Eyes dropped to the ground. Doors shut softly, like the whole place was afraid of making the wrong sound.
