Alpha Lucien’s POV
As he fell, time seemed to slow around me.
The battlefield’s chaos, the screams, the clash of swords, the snarls of wolves, faded into a muffled echo. All I could see was him.
The head of my guard. My friend. My most loyal warrior.
Blood burst from his chest in a wide arc, staining the air with red. His body twisted as he fell, his mouth slightly open, his eyes already beginning to dim.
“No!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I pushed through the mess of battle.
I shoved aside a rogue, slashed through another with my claws, and leapt forward with everything I had left in me. My legs burned, my breath was short, but I didn’t care.
I caught him just before he hit the ground. His body was heavy, so much heavier than I remembered. His blood soaked through my shirt, hot
