CHAPTER 18
THIRD PERSON POV
The sunny sky over the Blackstone pack quickly changed. One moment, the sun had been a sharp, the next, the light died.
Dark, bloated clouds swirled violently above the tree line, churning in direct response to the King's escalating fury.
Lucian stared at the vibrant green of the wolf lands, his lips curling back to reveal fangs that had grown to lethal lengths.
He wanted to tear through. He wanted to shred every tree and house in that pathetic territory until he found the source of the panic echoing through his soul.
But the barrier was there. A shimmering, holy wall of Moon-blessed energy. He had tried to force his way through minutes ago, and the black, sizzling welts on his chest were the price he'd paid.
To cross it again so soon would be to invite a slow, agonizing dissolution of his very atoms. "Cowards," he hissed, eyes now glowing a terrifying, blown-out red.
