Lucien’s POV
At my gates drooped an injured wolf, arriving as nightfall gave way to evening With barely a consciousness he moved across the path, blood trailing behind him indicating he must have traveled hours in severe injury. They hauled him inside straightaway and even though he was hurt, I recognized him right away -- a senior scout of Godric's, a werewolf I’d met at previous territory talks.
“I must… talk to the Lycan,” he panted, clutching something against his chest.
“I’m here,” I said, dropping to my knees where they had laid him. “What could be so important that you could travel in such a state?”
"Letter," he spluttered, drawing a sealed piece of parchment from his coat. "From Alpha Godric.”
The seal was Godric's own private brand, but what caught my eye was the blood that h
