Lucas' POV
I'm drowning in the anger I feel. It wraps around my chest like a snake, getting tighter with every second. I tremble with my hands, but it's not because I'm afraid. I have no fear. I have never felt fear towards anything. No, this shaking is actually a much more severe emotion—sorrow. The empty feeling that consumes me due to her absence.
Elara.
My mate. I never realized how much I needed her until she was taken away from me.
How did I allow this to occur? As the Lycan Alpha of the most powerful pack, how could I let my mate be taken? The solution is straightforward: I was overly fixated on my authority, my superiority, my command. Currently, I am losing control, it's slipping away like sand.
I strike my fist against the wall next to me, sensing the stone break under the impact. It is insufficient. I have an unstoppable rage burning inside me that nothing can extinguish.