Lucian's POV.
Well, this is awkward.
Nothing like a dramatic stand-off to get the blood pumping again. All we need now is tumbleweed blowing past and a theme song - or some i***t to start a fire and light up the entire forest.
Why is it that when we come face to face with Malachai, the forest is always burning?
I take a quick look around, making a mental quip of everyone in our little circle of warriors.
Of course, Malakar looks extra dramatic - his claws dig deep into the soft soil beneath them. His ears are perked up. Breathing slow and steady, allowing a pulsing cloud of breath to form from his nostrils in the cold morning air. His eyes bright, burning almost. A low growl resonates from somewhere deep inside. He stands perfectly still, and his gaze never once wavers from Malachai.
