CHAPTER 78
THIRD PERSON’s POV:
Killian let out a frustrated sigh as he poured over the large war table carved from the purest moonstone marble, which had the intricately carved names of all his past ancestors and their positions engraved on it. He glowered down at the table, studying the detailed map of the moonhound pack that he had procured. His focus was so intense that he didn't seem to notice there was someone else in the room watching him.
“You sure have guts, Killian.”
A voice speaks, breaking the silence in the room—Master Lukas.
Killian turns around, calm and composed, showing no surprise at the arrival of Lukas. His shoulders tensed for only a split second before relaxing completely. Anger surged in his chest from looking at the irritating man, but he reined it back in, car
