Chapter 50 Lucian's Dream Or Vision

• Lucian’s Dream:
• The battlefield lay stretched before me, a wasteland of blood and broken bodies. The smell of iron and death filled the air, thick and suffocating, as the howls of wolves and the screeches of vampires echoed in the distance. My pack, those who had followed me despite the risks, fought bravely, their claws and teeth ripping through vampire flesh. But we were outnumbered, and Florian's forces were relentless.
• I tore my gaze from the carnage and focused on the castle looming ahead. Arabelle was in there, somewhere, trapped under Florian’s influence. Every moment she remained in his hands was a moment too long. The fear that gnawed at my heart was foreign to me. As an alpha, I wasn’t used to fear. But this was different. This was Arabelle.