LUTHER’S POV

He screamed like a dying animal. The sound was raw, guttural, the kind that made even my guards flinch.

Music to my ears.

Nobody walks into Crestmoon territory uninvited. This is what happens when they try.

His face was already a swollen mess, blood painting his mouth in shades that would’ve made an artist proud. My knuckles ached, but pain had always been a friend of mine.

My fist came down again, knuckles colliding with his jaw in a satisfying crunch. His body ...