Lucian stood before us, the pale light of the moon casting sharp shadows across his angular face. His dark eyes glinted with malice, but there was something else too—curiosity. He didn’t seem surprised to see us. In fact, his presence felt calculated, like he had been waiting for this moment.
Kieran shifted slightly in front of me, instinctively putting himself between Lucian and me. The air around us crackled with tension, and I could feel Kieran’s wolf just beneath the surface, fighting to break free.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” Lucian said smoothly, raising his hands as if to show he was unarmed. His voice was like silk, but I knew better than to trust it. “I merely wanted to talk.”
“Talk?” Kieran growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve been attacking my borders, killing my
