Prince Lucian
I watched the warriors, their hands gripping the weak ones, dragging them across the dirt like sacks of grain. They were helpless, trembling in their defeat.
“Stop,” I said calmly, my voice cutting through the silence. The warriors froze, confused glances passing between them. Veilor, the strongest among them, raised an eyebrow at me.
“What is this, Your Highness?” he asked, his tone testing the waters of my authority.
I took a step forward, locking eyes with him. “It’s no use,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Hurting them won’t get us any closer to the key. Only those with power can take it from Prince Cassian. He knows we’re coming.”
Veilor looked unconvinced, his jaw tight. “But that’s not how the Alpha told us to—”
I cut him off, my tone sharp. “I have the right to
