Lucian
Kieran and I stalked towards the Rogue encampment in wolf form. We had only a half dozen fighters with us. We didn't dare bring more than that. There was a risk that this whole thing was a distraction, that the Rogues or one of the other Alphas intended to attack the main pack while we were away.
It was a risk, but it was one we had no choice but to take. It was the full moon. When night fell, the voices would take Kieran. It was inevitable. And my wolf would take over and run wild. We needed Zara.
The madness grew closer with every full moon. I could feel my wolf scratching at my control. It wanted to howl and rage. It wanted to rend and tear flesh and crush bone. And it wanted Zara. Bizarrely, when I thought of her, the wolf's desires shifted. The wolf wanted to curl up at her
