LUCAS
Being away from Ava is torture, but the random photo updates from Kellan help ease the ache in my heart. And the wolf snarling in my head.
He's pissed that we're far from her again, logic and reasoning be damned. And if I hear one more word about that damn dog, Selene—I don't even know what I'll do.
I can feel his frustration ease as we stare at the photo Kellan texted me; she's exhausted, her cheeks red with exertion and her bangs damp against her head.
She hasn't been wearing her glasses. Two days after her discharge, she'd complained about them making her vision blurry.
Vanessa and Dr. Beaumont are certain it's a sign that her wolf is awakening, but Ava had taken the news in stride, asking no questions.
Her disinterest worries me; to be wolfless is a curse among our people. To know that her wolf might come? She should be over the moon, praising the Goddess for such a blessing. And yet Ava acts as though it doesn't involve her.
