Chapter 67

Lucas' POV

The ground beneath me felt like it was crumbling, though I knew it was my own strength giving way. My father’s blows were relentless, each one landing harder than the last. Blood dripped from my mouth, painting the dirt red beneath me. My ribs screamed with every breath I took, but I couldn’t stop searching—scanning the crowd, looking for her.

The witch had to be close.

It wasn’t just my father’s strength that was overpowering me. Something unnatural pulsed through my veins, draining me, robbing me of the power I should have had as Alpha. My Lycan side fought against the invisible weight, but every move I made was sluggish, weaker than it should have been.

Another strike came, a brutal punch to my jaw that sent me sprawling. My vision blurred, the world spinning. My father stood over me, a towering figure of rage and cruelty. His voice boomed across the battlefield.