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 thick, pungent and almost… overwhelming. The world around Lucine became a blur of shadows and rushing wind as he gave chase.
And he was gaining on him.
His large strong claws tore through the snow-baked earth; every wolf foolish enough to cross his path was met with only one end – death. He didn’t slow, he
