Lucien's POV

As Alpha Ragnarok continues his drunken ramblings, boasting about his accomplishments and heroic deeds, my eyes narrow and turn a fiery shade of red. Every word that escapes his lips stokes the fire of my anger, and I feel the primal urge to attack him, to put him in his place. But I reign in my emotions, maintaining a composed facade.

Just as the tension in the room threatens to boil over, a large hand lands on my shoulder, sending a chilling sensation down my spine. I turn to see Alpha Dan, one of the youngest and most accomplished alphas in the gathering. Dressed in a black drape coat that accentuates his imposing presence, he grins at me, his eyes gleaming with both mischief and curiosity.

“Lucien, my friend, I must say you’ve become quite the legend yourself,” Dan remarks, his voice carrying an air of authority. “Driving out the witches from your pack and assembling such a formidable group of fighters. Impressive.”

I offer a curt nod, acknowledging his words while remaining guard