LUCAS’S POV
I tracked his scent through the dense forest, following the trail of deception he thought he could hide. The moon cast an eerie glow over the terrain as I approached the cave, the stench of blood and magic thick in the air.
He was waiting for me.
Keith lounged against the jagged rock, his expression lazy, indifferent—as if this wasn’t a confrontation that could end with one of us dead.
“I was wondering when you’d show up,” he mused, tossing a small dagger between his fingers. “Took you long enough.”
I stepped forward, watching him carefully. “You need to stop this. Whatever you’re planning—it ends now.”
Keith laughed, the sound low and sharp, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “You always did think you had the authority to tell me what to do,” he muttered, shakin
