The moment Marcus Raven turned tail and ran into the forest,

Lucien snarled,

His muscles coiled, and his eyes narrowed as he leaped across the clearing. Every stride he took sent the battlefield into pure chaos.

Wolves scattered in every direction, but Lucien’s focus wasn’t on the beta wolves that filled the clearing, it was on the large black-furred wolf weaving through the trees ahead.

The scent of fear clung to Marcus like blood clung to the air of the battlefield. It was ...