The journey to Lucien’s stronghold was both a blur and an eternity, every step heavy with the weight of what lay ahead. Aisling rode with Draven, their dragon-led convoy cutting through the early morning sky like a fleet of dark shadows. Below them, the dense forest stretched out, its trees standing like silent sentinels over the world they were about to leave behind.
Caden led the Lycans on the ground, their pace relentless as they moved swiftly through the underbrush, each stride bringing them closer to the heart of the enemy’s territory. Though they were miles apart, Aisling could still feel the connection between them, a bond forged in fire and danger. Caden had promised to protect her, to stand by her side no matter what, and she knew he would. But as they neared Lucien’s lair, she c
