Lucas paced back and forth in his office, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. He hadn’t slept a single minute.
How could he, knowing that beast was out there loose, wild, and enraged?
That bloody lycan, The flickering candlelight cast sharp shadows across the room, dancing on the maps and parchments strewn across his desk. Outside, the early morning sun was just beginning to rise, casting a dull gray light over the kingdom.
But there was no peace.
No safety, Not anymore.
Lucas stopped pacing only to run a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. He had sent out his best soldiers hours ago. Hunters. Trackers. Warriors trained for battle.
But deep down, he knew the truth, They wouldn't survive.
Draka wasn’t an ordinary lycan. He was power incarnate—a primal force with ce
