Aidan.
Davian slammed his heavy boot directly onto Vincent's spine, pinning him face-down onto the blood-slicked marble. The Prince gasped for air, thrashing helplessly as Damien pinned his wrists behind his back, binding them tight with thick leather rope.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Vincent choked out, his voice muffled against the bloody stone. "I am royal blood! You cannot treat me like a common animal!"
"Shut up," Damien growled, digging his knee hard into Vincent's shoulder until the bone popped.
Heavy, rushing footsteps echoed down the archway as a fresh detachment of Noah's house guards—the reserve squad from the lower barracks—came sprinting into the foyer. They skidded to a halt, their weapons drawn, their eyes wide as they took in the carnage. Dozens of Vincent's elite lay dead, and the Lycan Prince himself was pinned under Davian's boot.
"Alpha Aidan!" the lead reserve guard gasped out, dropping to one knee. "We heard the siege horns—we came as fast as we could!"
