• seventeen years later •
Lucas Lloyd had realised he was no normal werewolf the moment he was born. He was different, so different from the rest that the world feared him. His thick fingers could wrap around an iron rod and break it in two in a blink of an eye. His black eyes, they could see through one's soul and make it feel suffocated in its own confines. His eloquence was highly appreciated, maybe because his words had the power to bring a change or force it.
He was powerful.
He was dangerous.
And he was the future emperor.
"Keep the Vastator leveled to your gaze, Lucas, your sword sees through your eyes, make it aware of the flesh you want to slice open," Aurora commanded and Lucas inhaled a sharp breath, tightening his grip on his sword and pointing it at his rival. "Good
