Lucien’s POV
THE WORLD was nothing but fire and glass.
The flames painted everything in shades of blood and smoke. My skyscraper—my empire—was crumbling around us, glass shattering from the heat, steel groaning like a beast on its last breath. And Kael stood there in the inferno, his grin cut with madness, his eyes lit with the blood moon that poured crimson through the broken windows.
“Only one Alpha leaves this city alive,” he growled, voice carrying through the fire like a decree.
I lunged before I could think. There was no hesitation, no strategy—just rage, sharpened to a blade. My claws ripped through the air, my fist connecting with his jaw, the c***k echoing like thunder. He staggered, then laughed, the sound scraping at my ears.
“You’re weakened,” Kael taunted, spitting blo
