The wheels of the black carriage turned through the dying night, each creak and rumble echoing the storm in Lucien’s chest. He sat rigid, hands clasped tightly on his knee, blue eyes burning in the half-light. Every bump on the road seemed to throb in rhythm with his rage.
Alpha Kade… The name alone made the muscles in his jaw lock.
To side with the young Alpha Riven was no mere act of betrayal… It was treason written in blood. The flicker of the lantern inside the carriage caught the glint of his eyes, deepening the blue into something darker… almost feral. He said nothing during the ride. Only the faint tremor of his clenched fists betrayed the violence he was holding back.
By the time dawn gave way to morning, the black carriage rolled through the black gates of the Crimson Blood Pac
