Lucian’s POV
The Call of the Hunt
I stared out into the moonlit, my fingers brushing over the scars on my hands, reminding me of battles fought, lives taken, blood spilled. But for the first time in years, my mind was not on conquest or bloodshed. It was on her, Freya. I had pursued many things in my life: power, territory, vengeance. But nothing compared to the relentless pull I felt now, an ache that grew fiercer with every passing day, with every mile that separated us.
Behind me, the sound of boots scuffing against stone pulled me back to the present. Alaric stepped into the room, his dark gaze steady, unwavering. My Beta and oldest friend, the only one who truly understood the gravity of my pursuit.
“Everyone is assembled, Alpha,” he murmured, his tone respectful yet laced with un
