Chapter 325

• Lucien’s POV
• The night air was sharp, brimming with the scent of pine and blood. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin as I led the small strike force through the borderlands. The earth was damp with an earlier rain, the sky heavy with clouds that threatened a storm. Perfect. The storm was mine to call, mine to wield.
• This was no campaign of conquest. Not yet. Tonight was reconnaissance. A test of the West’s defenses, a taste of their mettle before we bared our fangs fully.