Luke's POV
The night wrapped around us, a silent witness to the enigmatic turns our lives had taken. As we returned to the cabin, I couldn't shake the feeling that Tyler's armor was showing cracks. The sarcastic facade he wore seemed to be loosening, hinting at a more open and vulnerable side.
We found ourselves in the dimly lit cabin, the air thick with both the residue of the feast and the unspoken questions lingering between us. Tyler lounged on a worn-out old couch, his gaze distant, while Jackson busied himself with arranging a few things.
"So, what's the plan now?" Tyler drawled, breaking the silence. His eyes flickered to me, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of something different.
"We need to update Danielle," I said, voicing the concern that had been gnawing at me. "She deser
