Emma's POV:A Delta named Marcus steps forward.
His face is red. Hands clenched into fists.
"You can't just threaten us like this!" His voice carries across the square. "This is Silver Moon territory! You have no right—"
The arrow flies.
Too fast to see. Too fast to react.
It punches through Marcus's shoulder. Blood sprays.
He screams. Collapses.
The sound—wet, agonized—freezes everyone.
'He just—Lucian just—'
My mind can't process it. Can't accept what I'm seeing.
Marcus is on the ground. Writhing. Blood pooling beneath him. So much blood.
"Anyone else?" Lucian's voice is casual. Conversational. "Anyone else want to be a hero?"
He casually picked up another arrow, grinning maliciously, and said, "Next time, I'll aim for the heart."
Silence. Complete. Suffocating.
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