Chapter 63

• Lucas' POV
• The pack watched in tense silence, their eyes shifting between us. My wolves stood loyal, though fear lingered in their minds. My father had forced a wedge into their trust with the mercenaries, a cruel insurance against their rebellion.
• His smirk didn’t waver as we circled each other. “You’ve grown too comfortable,” he sneered. “Too soft. This little kingdom you’ve built is an illusion. One I’ll burn to the ground.”