Chapter 5

Lucian’s POV (The Beast)

I slammed the last report onto the desk and shoved it aside. The scribes scattered like frightened rabbits. Another day of border disputes, tribute demands, and endless complaints from the lesser packs. I had no patience left for any of it.  

Tonight the full moon would rise. I could already feel the curse stirring under my skin like molten iron. The beast wanted out. It always wanted out on nights like this.  

I left the throne room without a word and strode through the long corridors of the palace. Servants and guards pressed themselves against the walls as I passed. They knew what night it was. No one spoke. No one dared.  

The east wing waited at the end of the forbidden corridor. No torches burned there. No mirrors hung on the walls. Only darkness and stone. Even my most trusted Betas refused to enter this place. I pushed the heavy iron door open and stepped inside. The air was cold and thick with old magic.  

I crossed to the center of the room where the enchanted chains waited. Thick black links forged in dragon fire and bound with ancient spells. I wrapped them around my wrists and ankles myself, then snapped the final lock into place. The chains glowed faintly as they tightened. They had held me for centuries. They would hold me tonight.  

I sat on the cold floor and waited.  

The pain always started the same way. A slow burn in my spine. Then fire in every vein. I clenched my jaw and breathed through it. Some full moons I wondered if it would be easier to end it all. One clean strike with the sacred dagger and the curse would die with me. But something always stopped me. A whisper in the back of my mind that said the wait was not over yet.  

Tonight the pain came faster than usual. My muscles seized. My vision bled red. The beast roared inside my skull, demanding freedom. I gripped the chains tighter and forced it down.  

Then I heard it.  

A scream.  

Not close. Far away. Miles beyond the palace walls, deep in the Shadow Wilds. A woman’s voice raw with terror.  

I froze. How could I hear something so distant? The palace wards blocked everything. Yet the scream cut straight through my mind like a blade. It grew louder. More desperate.  

The beast surged forward so violently I gasped. The pain in my body faded to nothing. All that remained was one driving need.  

Get to her.  

I yanked against the chains. They held. Of course they held. They had never failed before.  

The scream tore through me again.  

We must save her. Our mate.  

The beast’s voice slammed into my thoughts. Not a suggestion. A command.  

Impossible.  

“No,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Stop.”  

The chains creaked. Then they snapped.  

Metal links exploded across the room like shrapnel. I stared at my freed wrists in shock. Nothing had ever broken these chains. Nothing.  

The beast took control.  

I launched at the small barred window. Glass and stone shattered outward. I hit the ground outside in a crouch, already shifting. Fur exploded across my body. Claws tore into the earth. The palace fell behind me as I raced into the forest. Branches snapped like twigs. Small creatures fled in panic. I did not slow.  

The screams guided me. Louder now. Closer.  

I burst into the clearing and saw them. Six rogues circling a small figure on the ground. The scarred leader raised a clawed hand to strike.  

Rage unlike anything I had felt in centuries flooded me.  

I roared.  

The rogues spun toward me. Their eyes widened in pure terror.  

“It’s the Beast!” one screamed.  

They tried to run.  

I tore the first one in half before he took three steps. Blood sprayed hot across my fur. The second died with my jaws around his throat. The third I slammed into a tree so hard his spine cracked. The others fell in seconds. Claws. Fangs. Pure fury. Their bodies littered the ground in pieces.  

Silence returned. Only the sound of dripping blood and a single ragged breath.  

I turned.  

She lay against a tree trunk, leg bleeding, eyes wide.  

The moment our gazes locked something strange happened.  

The terror in her storm-gray eyes softened. It did not vanish, but it shifted into something else. Recognition. A strange calm. As if she saw past the monster and found something worth trusting.  

She did not look at me with fear.  

Not anymore.  

Her lips moved. Barely a whisper. “What… what are you?”  

The question hit me harder than any chain ever had.  

I felt the beast recede just enough for me to shift. Fur melted away. The chains that had once bound my wrists now hung loose and broken. I rose on two legs, naked, scarred, and completely exposed under the moonlight.  

She stared. Her breathing grew shallow. Her eyelids fluttered.  

Blood loss. Shock. Whatever this pull was between us.  

I stepped forward and caught her as she collapsed. Her body was light in my arms. Warm. Fragile.  

I studied her face in the moonlight. No wolf scent. No trace of black magic. She smelled like moonflowers and wild honey, nothing more. A human?  

Yet the beast had gone quiet the instant I touched her. The full moon still burned bright overhead, but I had shifted back to human form. That had never happened before. Not once in a thousand years.  

The Moon Goddess was playing another cruel joke on me.  

A human mate?  

I held her closer against my chest and carried her through the trees toward the palace. The beast remained strangely calm inside me, as if her presence alone had tamed the monster it had been fighting for centuries.  

I did not understand it.  

But I knew one thing with absolute certainty.  

Whatever she was, she was now mine to keep.