Chapter 105

Lucas’ POV

I held my ground, forcing my wolf back, though every muscle in my body screamed for action. “Strength isn’t measured by how many we kill. It’s measured by how many we save.”

The Lycan sneered, his eyes narrowing in contempt. “Spoken like a man who’s forgotten what it means to be one of us.”

Sabrina stepped forward, placing a hand on my arm. Her voice was calm, but there was steel in it. “Lucas is right. These wolves are victims. Killing them makes us no better than the witches controlling them.”

My father’s gaze shifted to Sabrina, his expression unreadable. For a moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, he lowered his claws, though his disapproval was evident.

“This isn’t over,” he warned with a cold tone. “We’ll see how long your mercy lasts when it costs you everything.”

With that, he turned and walked away, the other Lycans reluctantly following his lead. I watched them go.

Sabrina’s grip on my arm tightened. “You did the right thing, Lucas.”