Shadows of the Past
Lucien's Point of View
The night was alive with whispers, shadows dancing in the flicker of torches as Lucien stood at the edge of the pack's compound. His eyes, sharp as a predator's, scanned the treeline, his thoughts elsewhere. The forest concealed many things—secrets, betrayals, ambitions—and Lucien had mastered them all.
Elena's transformation had gone beyond his expectations. The surge of power she had displayed, though uncontrolled, was a glimpse of what was to come. She was the key—he had always known it—but watching her nearly burn Alexander alive with her raw energy? That had solidified his belief. Elena could break the entire supernatural world if properly harnessed.
Alexander. The name stirred a familiar hatred within Lucien's chest, a fire that never quite went out. He had played the loyal lieutenant for too long, his true desires buried beneath layers of deceit and charm. But not for much longer.
