LUCIAN POINT OF VIEW

I knew something was wrong before he even spoke.

The soldier stumbled into my war chamber still coated in dust and dried blood, chest heaving from a hard ride. He didn’t kneel immediately nor bow the way discipline demanded.

He just stood there and that alone told me the news would not be small.

“My Alpha…” he started, voice rough.

“Speak,” I said sharply.

His throat worked before the sound came. His hands trembled faintly.

“Moonfang attacked ...