Corrigan’s pov
With a final, calculated attack, Lucien clawed Dante's wolf and sank his teeth into the vulnerable neck. The room fell silent as the gruesome end unfolded. I turned away, unwilling to witness the brutality.
When I dared to look back, Lucien's wolf stood victorious, Dante's throat clenched between his jaws. The sight was a chilling testament to Lucien's dominance and power.
Lucien's wolf met my gaze once more, his eyes a vivid reminder of the bond that still existed between us. He turned away from the motionless body of Dante's wolf, dropping it to the floor. The room remained in stunned silence, the full magnitude of what had just occurred sinking in.
The tension in the room shifted, and I felt a mix of fear and uncertainty. With Dante's demise, there would be a shift in
