Chapter 15

Lucien After the ambush earlier, and after my beta went to great lengths to fix the front tires, I glanced at Scarlett. She was fighting sleep, brows furrowed, eyes sharp and alert—watching the road like she was ready to spring into action if another rogue showed up. It was…a sight to see. Eventually, exhaustion won. Her head dipped, eyes slipping shut as she leaned against the window. Each time the car hit even the smallest bump, her head thudded against the door, and my jaw tightened. “Drive slower,” I said, voice cold as I shot my beta a look. I reached over, steadying her before guiding her head onto my shoulder, letting it rest there—letting her use me as her pillow. Whenever I tried to think about the ambush earlier—every slight detail that they show could lead to any evidence and point the one who paid them to ambush us—my gaze would drift to the Luna who was sleeping peacefully next to me. She was breathing lightly—different from the woman who held her high up despite the rumou