Alpha Lucien’s POV
The air was heavy with smoke and blood. Screams echoed in the distance, and the scent of pain clung to everything. Warriors were dragging injured bodies from the battlefield. Some were crying. Some were silent. Too many were not moving at all.
But I didn’t look at them.
I looked at her.
Gracie stood by the edge of the field, frozen. Her eyes were wide, her lips trembling, her hands shaking by her sides. She looked like a ghost in the middle of a war zone. I saw her mother and Tavin running towards her.
My chest tightened, but I forced myself to move.
I walked toward her, no, I stormed toward her. My blood was hot. My thoughts were a mess. Rage pushed every step forward until I stood right in front of her.
“You caused all of this,” I growled, my voice raw and shak
