Chapter 083
Lucian's POV
Long shadows enveloped the circle as the flames danced low.
Thirty, perhaps more, of us stood silent. A few Crimson Moon scum were observing from behind the tree line, along with warriors, rogues, and betas from nearby packs.
The smell of smoke and blood filled the air.
I had summoned the party.
I wasn't prepared for a challenge.
However, I ought to have known better.
A deep, mocking voice growled, "Crimson Fangs don't follow cowards."
I looked at him abruptly.
Talon.
Broad-shouldered and scarred, he still had the same smug smile on his face from the night Ashridge was set on fire.
The crowd moved.
Some whispered.
A few retreated.
He cracked his neck as he stepped into the ring.
He said, "You allowed the witch child to live." Did you allow the child
