Tyler's POV
"Luke, have you ever thought we'd be dealing with this supernatural drama?" I quirked an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and disbelief coloring my tone.
Luke, the ever-serious leader gave me a wry smile. "Not in a million years, Ty. But here we are."
We sat in the dimly lit room of the Talon Pack's makeshift headquarters, surrounded by ancient texts and artifacts that felt like remnants of a bygone era. It was a setting incongruent with our conversation, yet the weight of the supernatural circumstances demanded it.
"Found anything useful in all this?" I gestured towards the array of books spread across the table.
Luke sighed, pushing a strand of hair from his face. "It's like searching for a needle in a haystack. Dahlia's been helping, but it's tough to unravel supernatural my
