~ Carter’s POV ~
The air in the dimly lit chamber is thick with tension as I pace back and forth, my rage boiling beneath the surface. My guards stand at attention, their faces etched with trepidation. I can practically taste their fear, and it only fuels the fire of my anger. Savannah, my intended Luna, has escaped, slipping through my fingers like a wraith in the night.
"Idiots! Incompetent fools!" I roar, my voice reverberating off the stone walls.
The guards flinch at my outburst, and I can see the fear in their eyes. The next thing I know, my claws reach upwards. Three of them cower before me, and in one quick stroke, one of them is dead. His life snuffed out in a fit of unbridled anger. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, a gruesome testament to their failure. Screams of
