Lucien’s POV“Alpha,” the guards greeted, their voices steady but edged with exhaustion, as I stepped into one of the towers on the border. My body was soaked in blood, the metallic scent clinging to me like a shadow. Some of it belonged to my wounded men, some to the enemies we had slain. The battlefield had been relentless, and though we were gaining ground, the cost weighed heavily on my shoulders.“Report,” I said, my tone clipped. I was too tired for pleasantries.“We’ve pushed Damien’s men to the outskirts, Alpha. Their numbers are thinning, but they’re holding their ground,” one of the guards informed me, his expression grim.I nodded, wiping the sweat from my brow. “Good. But we’re not done yet. Finish them off. No one crosses our borders alive.”“Yes, Alpha.”I leaned against the cold stone wall, letting out a deep breath. Thorin, my wolf, stirred within me, his voice a low growl in my mind.“You fought well,” Thorin said.“You sure?” I replied, doubt creeping into my thought
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