Lucien’s steps halted mid-stride. His eyes darkened, storm gathering in their depths. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking once before he spoke, his voice low but hard against the air.
“Arrange warriors. Fifty will ride with me. Immediately.”
The General bowed so sharply it was nearly a collapse. “Yes, Alpha!” He vanished from the tent with hurried steps.
Lucien stood still only a breath longer, rubbing his jaw slowly, as though restraining the fury building within. Then he stormed out, cloak trailing behind him like the shadow of death. The camp shifted instantly at his presence, warriors rushing, armor clashing, weapons readied.
His horse was brought to him, a massive black beast restless with anticipation. Lucien mounted in a single, fluid motion, his height towering, his gaze fixe
