Lucien POV

My knuckles were bruised, and my chest heaved with every strike. The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed across the training ground. I slammed my opponent to the ground, pinning him down before stepping back. “Again,” I ordered, ignoring his heavy breathing.

“Alpha, you’ve gone through five already,” Gabriel said, watching from the side. “You should rest.”

“I’ll rest when Alaric’s head is on a spike,” I muttered, motioning for another fighter to step ...