"That's Lucian. Or rather… his Lycan. Kael."
The name hit me like ice water. Kael. Even the sound of it felt sharp, dangerous.
"Kael?" I repeated, my voice catching.
Calla nodded, eyes narrowing as she watched the white Lycan step forward, those glowing violet eyes locked on us.
Fenric's growl rumbled through the clearing like distant thunder, low and dangerous, vibrating through my hands where they rested in his fur.
I stiffened. "Uh… is he...why is he growling like that?"
Lucian's Lycan, Kael, didn't back down. He stood across the clearing like a ghost pulled out of snow and shadows, his violet eyes locked on Fenric with a glare that was pure challenge. His lips peeled back, revealing teeth so sharp they looked like ivory daggers.
"Calla?" I asked again, this time louder, because my nerves were fraying by the second.
Calla's gaze was on the two Lycans, her eyes wide, like she'd just pieced something together she didn't want to say aloud.
"What?" I pressed.
