Freya's POV
Lucian Lucifer
Lucian listens intently, jaw clenched, fists balled tightly on the table. His wolf is prowling beneath the surface, and I can sense the tension radiating off him like heat from a furnace. His alpha pride is itching to challenge my plan, to assert dominance in this mixed pack of ours, but he holds his tongue... for now. The room is thick with anticipation, the undercurrent of power crackling like static between us all. Every werewolf in this room is ready to rip and tear, the hunger for blood barely contained under layers of discipline and planning.
The meeting stretches for another half hour before I call it. We’ve been going over the details of the operation for hours, and though everyone remains focused, the weight of what's to come presses down on all of
