The man tried to spit, but no strength came.
The general smirked. “Then rot until you do.”
He slammed the man’s head to the side, letting it hang limp again. Then he turned and stomped out of the room, two warriors following silently behind.
…
Lucien hadn’t left the Western Borders. He remained in his private tent, still hunched over his maps. His armor was splattered with dried blood. He hadn’t rested… he refused to until the truth came out. His eyes were fixed. He was still reviewing the defensive lines when…
The tent flap burst open. The general of the Western Borders rushed in, breathless. “Alpha… you have to see this.”
Lucien’s brows drew together, irritation flashing briefly before he stood.
“Show me,” he ordered.
Outside, the air had turned unnaturally still. The night sky b
