Chapter 32 Trouble

(Seraphina)

For three agonizing days, Lucas drifted in and out of consciousness, battling the deadly poison that coursed through his veins. The arrowhead, dipped in wolfsbane, had been a cruel choice of weapon, one that would have claimed a weaker man’s life without hesitation. But Lucas was not just any man; he is an Lycan, and his strength alone kept him clinging to life.

I sat beside his bed, watching over him as I wiped away his fevered sweat. Each groan that escaped his lips twisted my heart, especially when he whispered her name, “Iris…” My grip on the towel tightened, the fabric rough against his skin as I struggled to suppress the surge of conflicting emotions within me.

The atmosphere in the pack’s stronghold was tense, charged with uncertainty and suspicion. An assassination attempt had to be taken seriously, by everyone.

Half of the Alphas had departed, retreating to their own packs to fortify defenses in anticipation of the looming war. The remaining half, including