Lucian's POV
“Take Amy somewhere safe! Now!”, I barked, trying to keep the volcano inside me from erupting.
Theo moved at once, scooping Amy into his arms and hustling her out of the room—anywhere, just out of sight of my brutality. Or perhaps I don’t want her to see how raw and hollow I became whenever Lysandra’s name scraped across my memory.
“Alpha Lucian… as you predicted. Lysandra’s loyalist are still among us…and they have direct ties to the Witches,” Ethan reported, voice tight.
“I know.” I met Ethan’s eyes, my stare cold enough to burn. The Lycan in was a coiled thing, ready to snap. “...if I catch even a hint of you defending those witches or that traitor, you know the consequence, Ethan.” my voice cut like winter steel.
Ethan visibly shivers, swallowing hard; his hands tremb
