Chapter 308 Universal energy
Lucas woke up with a gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he clutched it, eyes squeezed shut.
"Just a dream, Lucas," he whispered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. "It was just a dream!"
But the image of the hairless wolf flashed before him, sending a shiver down his spine. The thought of actually becoming a bald wolf, stripped of his powerful fur and reduced to that ridiculous, shiny creature, made his skin crawl. He ran a hand through his own hair, feeling the familiar texture of his thick locks, reassuring himself it was still there.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the bizarre vision. "I almost became a bald wolf," he muttered, half in disbelief, half in amusement. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
Lucas glanced back at Damon and Kyra, still lost in their slumber, and sighed softly. He leaned back, closing his eyes, but sleep was nowhere near. His mind was restless, and his body felt stiff. Stretching his limbs, he quietly slipped out of the room, making sure to close the door gently behind him.
He noticed the other door was shut too, indicating Oceanus and Simon were probably resting. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if the healer had come and left, finding no one awake to greet him. With everyone asleep, he had no way of knowing.
Feeling an itch to clear his head, Lucas made his way to the living room and pushed open the balcony doors. As he stepped outside, the breathtaking sight of the sunset unfolded before him. The sky was a canvas of pretty oranges, pinks, and purples, blending together as the sun dipped toward the horizon.
The view of the distant mountains, silhouetted against the fiery sky, was nothing short of magical. The trees below, with their lush green canopies, seemed to glow in the warm light, creating a breathtaking panorama that made Lucas feel momentarily at peace.
He leaned against the railing, letting the serenity of the evening wash over him.
Feeling the rumble of hunger in his stomach, Lucas made his way back into the living room, heading toward the small kitchen tucked into the corner. The sight of the marble kitchen table gleaming under the fading sunlight drew him in. Two sturdy earth stoves stood ready for use, while a neatly stacked pile of freshly cut wood awaited beside them.
As he rummaged through the cabinets, he found a container filled with washed meat, alongside pots and an array of spices neatly organized. A smile crept across his face—this was a perfect opportunity. He hadn’t eaten in days, and the prospect of a warm meal was too tempting to resist.