Chapter 85

• Lucas’ POV
• I’d fought battles before, but none had ever felt as strange as this one. My claws were slick with blood, my fangs bared as I tore through another opponent. The witches had power—they could’ve crushed us if they wanted. But something held them back. Their spells fizzled in their hands, their focus locked on a chant and a name whispered through the fray: Amaris.
• They wanted time. I wasn’t about to give it to them.