Lucian stormed into his study, his powerful frame stained with blood, not his own, but that of the Bloodfang wolves he had ripped apart during the last hunt. His golden eyes burned with frustration and rage, the wolf inside him snarling at the mere thought of how close yet how far Isla still was.
It had been two days of relentless attempts to breach Bloodfang’s territory, but every move he made was countered. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a way in. Instead, Bloodfang was finding more ways to infiltrate his pack, using different tactics to weaken his borders and spread fear.
Kael followed closely behind him, his face battered, a fresh bruise darkening his cheekbone. His usually calm demeanor was strained, and he limped slightly as he stepped into the room. Behind him, seve
