The training hall echoed with pain.
Lucas didn’t bother holding back.
Steel rang against steel as his blade slammed into a guard’s shoulder hard enough to send him crashing across the mat. Another lunged—Lucas turned, struck fast, brutal, precise. Bones cracked. Blood sprayed.
“Get up,” Lucas snarled. “Or crawl out.”
The guards hesitated.
That hesitation cost them.
He moved like something unhinged—rage fueling every strike, every blow driven by a single thought he couldn’t silence.
She chose them.
A guard raised his hands. “Alpha—”
Lucas broke his nose with the hilt of the sword.
One by one, they fell.
Six guards lay injured by the time his chest heaved and sweat soaked his shirt. His wolf clawed at his skin, snarling, demanding release.
He didn't realize that he was hurting hi
