The estate buzzed with tension as the storm continued to rage outside, the winds howling through the trees like the cries of some ancient, vengeful spirit. The air was thick with anticipation, every member of the Lycan pack on high alert as they prepared for the inevitable clash with Lucien’s forces. The estate, once a sanctuary of secrets and solitude, had become a fortress, its walls reinforced and its doors barred against the coming threat.
Aisling stood in the grand hall, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Caden and Draven coordinate the defenses. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, but beneath the fear, there was a growing sense of determination. This was it—the moment they had been preparing for. Lucien was coming, and with him, the full force of his dar
