My Pups’ Blood for His Lover
The entire Northern Kingdom stretched out beneath their feet: snow-covered valleys, bronze castles, and legions of armored guards in neat formations.
"Assemble," Lucian commanded in a low voice.
Instantly, all the soldiers and elders in the valley stopped what they were doing and looked up at the observation deck. Tens of thousands of eyes focused on them.
Lucian grasped Willow's wrist and raised it high.
Her wrist was slender and cool beneath his touch. It trembled slightly, yet she showed no sign of resistance.
A surge of triumph shot through him, though his expression remained a stoic mask.
"This she-wolf beside me," his voice echoed across the entire kingdom through the pack link, devoid