The King’s Awareness
216 Words
Far beyond the pack lands…
In a territory where even Alphas did not tread freely…
King Lucian went very still.
The air around him shifted dark energy coiling slowly like smoke responding to a hidden wind.
His head tilted slightly.
Listening.
Feeling.
Something ancient brushed the edge of his awareness.
Faint.
But unmistakable.
Not fully awakened.
Not yet.
But close.
Very close.
Lucian’s fingers curled slowly against the arm of his throne.
For the first time in a long time…
The immortal king smiled.
Not with warmth.
Not with mercy.
But with interest.
“Now,” he murmured softly to the darkness,
“…that is new.”
beyond the pack lands…
Beyond safe territory…
Beyond the borders most wolves feared to cross…
Something ancient shifted in the dark.
A slow inhale.
Measured.
Patient.
Interested.
Golden eyes opened.
Not fully.
Just enough.
“…so,” the king murmured into the silence.
The air around him hummed faintly with restrained power.
Because across the distance…
For the third time in as many nights He had felt her.
Faint.
Untrained.
But unmistakable.
And this time…
His lips curved slightly.
Not in warmth.
Never in warmth.
In anticipation.
He was focused
Determined to haunt her to the ends of the earth
You could almost taste his intentions in his thoughts.
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