Lucien POV

I stood over the map table with my hands pressed against the wood, trying to steady my thoughts. My men were silent around me, waiting for orders, watching me like they were afraid I would break again. I didn’t blame them. Losing Rick tore something open inside me, and holding it together felt harder with every passing hour.

I forced myself to breathe.

“We move now,” I said. My voice came out low and rough, but steady enough. “Scouts go east, west, and north. I want ...