The journey to the Eastern Coast was an exhausting, relentless march that pushed even the genetically enhanced stamina of the Lycan army to its absolute physical limits. For three grueling days and nights, the vanguard rode without making a single camp, stopping only to water the massive warhorses and rotate the vanguard lines.
Valerius rode at the absolute front, an imposing, terrifying monument of black iron and dark fur. He did not speak. He did not sleep. His mind was entirely consumed by the volatile, chilling threat that had dared to infiltrate his kingdom, and the desperate, burning need to eradicate it before it could ever look toward his mate and his son.
Through the permanent, unbreakable tether attached to his soul, he could feel Aaliyah. Her presence was a warm, brilliant s
