Maxwell's POV
“I’m on my way. What happened?” I linked to my Beta as I stormed out of the palace.
“We’re under attack at the Eastern border,” he said, his tone strained. “Some powerful creatures.”
“What do you mean by powerful creatures? Please, make sense.”
“I don't know. They are Lycans with magic. Not from here. You need to see for yourself.”
“I’m coming.” I severed the link, my pulse quickening. Zion, my Lycan, growled in the back of my mind, his bloodlust igniting like wildfire. He was ready for the kill. I smirked.
“Not yet, Zion. Not yet,” I muttered, gripping the wheel as I sped off. My beast was dangerously impatient, and it had taken years to tame him. If I wasn’t fast enough to act, he’d gladly take over, and when he did, it wasn’t pretty.
The drive was a blur. In minute
