Lucian's POV
Jaws clenched, I pulled out my phone and called my Beta.
"I want every detail about the dog attack on Allison — names, reports, witnesses, everything."
In under an hour, my people had collected everything—the police report, the ER intake records, witness statements, even the preliminary findings of the investigation—all centering on a woman named Betsy and her deceptively innocent Bichon Frise, Cookie.
Fenrir coiled inside me like a storm barely contained. Rage rolled off him in waves.
Someone had targeted my mate.
That wasn't just a crime—it was a declaration of war.
I headed straight to Betsy's apartment complex, with five of my security men in tow, black-clad and coiled like loaded weapons.
"Maintenance,"I called, rapping on her door with the kind
