Lucas POV

“My name is Lucas,” I say. “We had introductions before, but you were out of it then. What’s your name?”

“Megan,” she says.

I shake her hand and resist the urge to kiss it.

“Megan,” I say.

The name sounds nice coming from my lips. It feels nice, and I feel awful for that because I have grown too attached to this woman already.

When I went to where her pack was slaughtered, I sensed death all around me. I was repulsed to be there. My senses are too heightened for that kind of thing. I just wanted to leave.

The problem was she was there. And I...