Lucian
Though I was bleeding and bruised, the hope those women brought lit something wild in me. Their arrival had shifted the tide—and with it, my soul. The exhaustion faded. Pain dulled. All I felt now was power. Purpose.
I fought like I was born for this.
Through the chaos, I pushed forward, cutting down the cowards who had shattered what was meant to be a one-on-one challenge.
Then I saw him.
Alaric.
He was surrounded, locked in combat with four fierce female wolves—bloodied, staggering. His fight with my father had already left him broken, and now these women were tearing into what was left of him. They weren’t holding back. He deserved nothing less.
—Leave him for me, my father’s voice cut through the link like a blade.
Without hesitation, the female wolves disengaged and bac
