Chapter 37 A Bloody Massacre

• Darkness wrapped the forest in a thick veil, as if the night itself held its breath before the storm. From the shadows of the trees, Lucian’s squad burst forth with a thunderous roar. Their steps were coordinated, their faces twisted with fanaticism—they came to kill. Ahead, like a ghost of war, moved Lucian himself. Hatred burned in his eyes, a cruel smirk twisted his lips. Today he intended to destroy the king and his cursed mate. Today he wanted to finish what was started.
• Amelia, standing beside Damien and her brothers—Anthony, Gregory, and Steven—met the enemies with cold determination in her eyes. The air trembled with tension. No words, no warnings—only silence before the chaos.
• “Forward!” Lucian roared.