Chapter 100: The Strength of a Lycan

Ivy's POV

Every eye outside the pack house is locked onto Prince Spencer, breaths held in anticipation of his next move.

Alpha Jameson grips me tighter, squeezing at my neck so hard my breath comes in strangled gasps. I can feel the tense fear in his stance. He’s well aware of the lines he crossed, the point of no return. He’s gone too far, and he knows it.

No one has any idea what Spencer is about to do next.

Standing a couple dozen meters away from Alpha Jameson and I, Spencer’s silhouette seems to melt into the night as though he’s made completely of shadows. His eyes pierce the darkness like blades, expression cold and inscrutable.

With blood on his hands and that horrifying steely glint to his eye, he looks well deserving of his title as the God of Death.

Everyone here should be afraid of what’s to come.

“Ha!”

Suddenly, Spencer lets out a disdainful laugh. Alpha Jameson jolts at the sound. His hand starts to tremble ever so slightly on my neck.

As happy as I am to see Alp