Chapter 11: Fangs and fallout

Lucien’s POV

I’m still breathing, just. Dax’s trap hit like a storm, his wolves flooding from the shadows, golden fur flashing, claws tearing, blood soaking the earth, my pack crumbling under their fangs. I fought in the chaos, paws slipping in mud, scars splitting, ice-blue cutting through the red...

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