Blood spooled around him as it painted the snow like spilled ink.

Lucien’s eyes grew wide as he watched her. He crossed his arms, standing motionless as his heart pounded hard in his chest. With pride in his gaze, he focused all his attention on the beautiful hurricane of fur and blood fighting the other lycans.

No, this wasn’t a fight. It was a massacre.

None of the other lycans were strong enough to even react. He didn’t know what kind of weaver magic she had used to make them ...