LUCAS
Being blindsided by the enemy sends pure rage through my body, but I struggle to keep it contained, to hide the depth of my fury from my sweet little mate and her human friend.
They're busy blaming themselves, and I'm ready to burn the world down for bringing this onto their shoulders.
This Mad Prince has gone too far once again. I already have a large blood debt to pay; this has brought it back to urgent priority.
Aurum paces beneath my skin as I watch my mate push a bowl of stew into Lisa's trembling hands. The human's face remains pale, her eyes haunted. Even after proving her strength in battle, she looks fragile enough to shatter.
"You need to eat." Ava's voice carries that gentle tone she uses with injured wolves. "Please, Lise."
Lisa stares into the bowl as if it holds answers rather than meat and vegetables. "I'm not hungry."
"Just a few bites. The protein will help."