Everything moves too quickly, and before I know it, Lucas and I are standing in front of the entire pack.
All the scouts are back for the occasion. Even the humans who lived in this community before our arrival are here.
This place was long ago chosen as a safe place in case of invasion, though I'm sure previous alphas never believed such a day would happen.
Lucas stands before the pack, his presence a palpable force that washes over the gathered crowd. I can't help but marvel at the sheer power he exudes, even without his memories. His alpha aura blankets the area, and I watch as it affects both wolves and humans alike.
The weaker members of the pack bow their heads, unable to meet his gaze; it's a stark reminder of the hierarchy that exists within wolf society. But it's the stronger wolves that catch my attention, their eyes glittering as they watch Lucas. A mix of pride and unease churns in my stomach. How many of them are eyeing his position, waiting for a moment of weakness?