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CHAPTER 37
~Lucien's POV~
Their heads bowed immediately.
"Alphas," one said, his voice tight with urgency.
Another stepped forward, his gaze landing on Ryan. His eyes widened, face paling.
"Him," he stammered, lifting a trembling hand. "I… I saw him. I saw him walking toward the sacred chamber. I didn't think much of it—he seemed like he belonged. But then I heard the noise. By the time I got there…"
His voice faltered.
"All I saw were bodies."
And silence fell again.
It wasn't just the aftermath of blood and grief lingering in the room—it was something colder and wrong.
We were all still reeling from what had just happened, from Kael's silent fury to Rhiannon's transformation into a red wolf—a rarity even in the oldest legends.
But now… now something darker was creeping in beneath the surface of this chaos.
I stared down at Ryan Vale's body, still lying in a grotesque sprawl where he fell, his blood soaking into the stone. His eyes—lifeless.
