Chapter 4 — The Clash

Lucas

Lucas Grey leaned against the massive wooden beam of Everpine Lodge’s wraparound porch, his amber eyes scanning the gravel road that snaked through the towering pines. The late afternoon sun dappled the forest with golden light, but Lucas barely noticed. His senses were taut, attuned to the faint crunch of tires on gravel that heralded her arrival. The wilderness around him seemed to hold its breath, as though the land itself anticipated the confrontation to come.