CHAPTER 47
Third person’s POV:
A hand gripped the edges of the heavy oak table, claws digging into the wood as waves of thirstiness threatened to consume Alpa Lucien. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, shaking the four walls of his room.
The atmosphere was thick with the smell of blood and death. A sheen of perspiration clung to Alpha Lucien's skin, slick and unrelenting, as his tattered shirt hung precariously across his torso. His breathing was ragged and unsteady as he struggled to contain the demon's rage, his eyes a maelstrom of crimson and black, flashing intermittently like a beacon of chaos.
He gritted his teeth as his vision turned blurry, the world spinning for what felt like an eternity. With a grimace he struggled to arrange his thoughts, summoning the only man he tru
