The Lycan Commander’s Lethal Shadow
As Anna spoke, his winter frost aura flared so intensely that the air around him turned dense and white, thick with falling ice crystals that crackled as they struck the stone floor.
"The Southern link is green," Liam reported, his voice a low reverberating growl that grounded every panicked soul in the room. He turned his head slightly, his sharp storm blue eyes locking onto Anna with absolute unwavering trust. "The Bloodmoon defense grid is slaved to your terminal. Every battery from the eastern ridge to the sea is waiting on your word."
"Perfect," Anna murmured, a faint dangerous curve touching the corner of her lips. "Let’s see if Saed's expensive toys were worth my data architecture."