The voice was hoarse, ruined from disuse or screaming or both. But it was unmistakably Lucas Grey.
He looked nothing like the Alpha-ranked fighter Noah remembered. That Lucas had been powerful, confident, moving through combat with grace that came from pure genetics. This Lucas looked like death warmed over, like he'd been hollowed out and filled with raw electrical energy as replacement for blood.
But the aura. That ridiculous, overwhelming aura that made Noah's instincts scream warnings. It was stronger than before. Significantly stronger.
Noah took a step forward, about to close the distance and verify this wasn't some trick. Then his eyes caught movement behind Lucas's back.
Arthur was returning. His body reformed from the shadows, materializing from the distorted space itself, already throwing a punch enhanced by metal coating and lightning.
"Lucas, watch—"
