Lorian stood in front of Aria, his body still drenched, his breathing ragged. Aria stared at the tall figure standing between the trees, her heart pounding. This was no ordinary werewolf.
The moonlight illuminated his face, revealing cold, sharp eyes. His hair was jet black, his skin pale, with a scar stretching from his temple to his jaw. His golden eyes gleamed—a mark of a true Alpha.
"Lucian…" Lorian whispered, his voice filled with fury.
Aria tensed. That name was not unfamiliar. Lucian was not just an Alpha—he was the leader of the largest pack in the region.
Lucian stepped closer, every movement calculated. "I didn’t expect you to come this far, Lorian."
Lorian lifted his chin, shielding Aria behind him. "I don’t care about your threats, Lucian. I will never surrender."
Lucian smirked. "I know. That’s why I came alone."
In a flash, Lucian moved.
Lorian blocked the first strike with his arm, but Lucian’s strength sent him staggering backward. Aria took a step back, clutching the
