Lucian’s POV

I don't remember the drive halfway to New Jersey, where Ethan's pack is situated, ever being this long until now.

My patience was running thin to the point of snapping.

Neither of us three in the vehicle spoke a single word to one another. The tension in the air was exceptionally thick, suffocating enough to choke on.

After what felt like a lifetime, the car finally turned onto a road different from the one where we got attacked the other day.

About five minutes deeper into the woods, the car slowed to a halt at a perimeter fence I remembered as the back boundary of Ethan's territory.

I...