The next morning, Lucas Lancaster rose from bed with heavy eyes and a heavier heart. Sleep had barely touched him that night. His mind had been restless, tormented by the weight of a truth too bitter to ignore—his own son was threatening him. His own blood.
How did we get here?
He remembered a time when life was simpler, when joy flowed freely within the walls of their white-clan estate in the paranormal world. He had ruled as Alpha, strong and wise, with his beautiful wife Prisca beside him. They had two children—Xavier and Adrian.
Xavier, the firstborn, was strong and full of promise. Adrian, the younger one, was gentler, quieter, but just as powerful in spirit. Lucas had trained both boys himself, shaping them to be warriors, heirs to his legacy. He was proud of them. And he loved hi
