Luca's POV
I've been dreading accompanying them today, secretly hoping for an apocalypse all night long. But alas, no such luck. Today rolls around, and Gwen insists I join Krystal's pack on the extraction mission. She even nominates me to rescue Hannah. I've glimpsed Tyrell too, but I've dodged him with every ounce of wit and style I possess. Why is he even here? Besides being relieved to see him alive, I don't expect him to meddle in my affairs; Hannah is my responsibility, not his. Our one-year contract to train Hannah ended the moment his pack was raided.
With my arms folded across my chest, I watch intensely as werewolves, under the influence of Krystal and me, storm the hunter's walls, some collapsing as the hunters spray wolfsbane over them. It's a painful sight, one I'm not sure
