LucienThe ride to the border took less than two hours at a hard gallop, but it felt longer. The wind carried the stench of old blood and rot, long before the village came into view. Lucien’s warriors rode in tight formation behind him, silent except for the creak of leather and the thud of hooves. No one spoke. They all knew what they would find.Stonehaven, the human settlement, lay sprawled across the river bend, its thatched roofs and stone walls usually bustling with traders and spice merchants, was now perfectly still and quiet.“Gods,” one of the warriors muttered under his breath as they reined in at the edge of the village just as the sun dipped low enough to stain the horizon red.Lucien did not respond. He swung down from his horse and stood there for a moment, letting his eyes take it in, letting the Alpha in him catalogue every detail whether he wanted to or not. Bodies hung from the branches of the old oak at the village centre, arranged in perfect circles, arms outstre
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