Chapter Eight (Part 1)

IT wasn't until the sun started to go down that Lucas finally got

home. He had to stop a fight between some pack members so he was more than

eager to return home and have Ava in his arms.

"Where have you been?" Ryan asked him curiously. He also had a

bucket of fried chicken in his arms.

Lucas groaned and rolled his eyes. "Some fight about who knows what.

I put them in the cells to get them to sort it out." He reached for a

piece of chicken only to have his hand slapped away.

"Mine!" Ryan ran away from him, protectively cradling the

chicken.

Shaking his head at his crazy friend, he walked into the pack house.

"Son. How did it go?" His father asked, referring to the rogues.

Shrugging, he said, "easy. No injuries on our side. They must not

have known who's land it was."

John nodded in understanding. "Well, there's some lasagne in the

oven."

He felt his stomach rumbling at the sound of Miss Lillian's lasagne but

then he wondered whether Ava had eaten yet.

"Is Ava here?" He asked his fathe