Lucian’s POV (The Beast)
I slammed the last report onto the desk and shoved it aside. The scribes scattered like frightened rabbits. Another day of border disputes, tribute demands, and endless complaints from the lesser packs. I had no patience left for any of it.
Tonight the full moon would rise. I could already feel the curse stirring under my skin like molten iron. The beast wanted out. It always wanted out on nights like this.
I left the throne room without a word and strode through the long corridors of the palace. Servants and guards pressed themselves against the walls as I passed. They knew what night it was. No one spoke. No one dared.
The east wing waited at the end of the forbidden corridor. No torches burned there. No mirrors hung on the walls. Only darkness and ston
