Chapter 63

Lucas' POV

The pack watched in tense silence, their eyes shifting between us. My wolves stood loyal, though fear lingered in their minds. My father had forced a wedge into their trust with the mercenaries, a cruel insurance against their rebellion.

His smirk didn’t waver as we circled each other. “You’ve grown too comfortable,” he sneered. “Too soft. This little kingdom you’ve built is an illusion. One I’ll burn to the ground.”

“You’re not fit to lead them,” I shot back, keeping my movements measured. “Your rule ended three hundred years ago, and it’s going to stay that way.”

He chuckled, low and bitter. “Call it arrogance, son, but I don’t ask for permission.”

Through the mindlink, I scanned for signs of treachery among my people. The mercenaries’ were a handful among my wolves. They were waiting for my father’s command, clearly itching to shed innocent blood.

“Call them off!” I demanded through the mindlink.