Lucas’s POV
Why does she keep running from me?
Doesn’t she know that wolves love to chase their prey?
Sighing, I tap the bar for another drink. Thinking of her as prey isn’t exactly a good thing, but I didn’t expect her to run like her life depended on it.
What else should she have done?
We both have mates, and I keep ignoring that fact. But with Harper, it feels right. She feels right. Her presence, her touch, and just everything about her fits. Being around her feels natural unlike how I always feel uncomfortable around Sierra.
Knocking back four more shots, I finally feel the light buzz in the back of my head as I pop a fry in my mouth and look around. The bar is full tonight. Full and loud.
I tap the bar top again, needing more. Tonight, I’d like to clear my mind and think
