Chapter 23
“The Canis lupus have a saying for those who would dare lay a hand on their mates or their children: Better had the offender never been born than face the wrath of the male he had crossed.” ~Sorin
When Lucian saw Volcan’s fist connect with Peri’s jaw, a floodgate that he hadn’t even known existed burst open. Power—raw and savage—erupted out of him and then the barrier was gone and he was running. The only thing he could see was a dead man, because that is what Volcan was, only now that he had hurt Lucian’s mate, he would be a mutilated dead man. His wolf was hungry, and he wasn’t picky about what kind of meat he ate. The flesh of his enemy would satisfy him even more than the hunt of a worthy opponent.
He lunged for the sorcerer and barely missed his throat when he was flung
