The Hunt For Lycan Queen
“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.”
The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession.
I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny.
“You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.”
My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”
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