Lucius POV
The daylight cut right through my windows like knives. I banged my forehead, and the normal burn overcame me all over. My breathing was shallow and harsh as I was drowning in my sweat. I attempted to rise and leave the bed, but the room swayed. No… not now. Not in front of the warriors.
Nevertheless, I forced myself to the training grounds.
As they saw me, the warriors ceased sparring. Some appeared anxious, still others frightened. I had cursed them and made them fear me rather than respect me. I would feel that fear weighing and stifling.
Rylan's look.
Keep on, said I to the warriors.
But as soon as I took a step, my knees failed. There was a white-hot sting which shot up my spine, and the world became blurred. Voices fuzzed. Warm stuff ran from my nose. Blood.
"Alpha!"
