LUCIEN’S POV
The noon air was sharp against my skin, biting, relentless. But I welcomed the sting. Anything to distract me from the fury clawing its way through my chest.
I gripped the stone railing of the balcony, my knuckles whitening as I stared out into the vast stretch of land beyond Blackbeard Pack. The sky was dull, heavy with thick clouds that threatened a storm. Fitting. Because inside me, a storm was already raging.
Zephyr, my Lycan, was restless. It paced in my mind, snarling, barely contained beneath my skin. The beast had been pushing against the edges of my control since I stepped into this cursed castle, and after what had just happened with Damien, it was closer to breaking free than ever.
I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself.
Damien knew something.
He always
