(Third POV)
"Useless!" Alpha Lucas' roar shook the walls, the sound echoing through the vast chamber like thunder. "A whole army of rogues, trained and fed by me, and not a single one of them could stand against a single pack?" His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "Tell me… how is that possible?"
The heavy table in front of him split in two, chairs overturned, and shattered glass glittered across the marble floor. His overbearing aura and the fear of his subjects thickened the air. Blood painted the floor as bodies littered across it.
Alpha Lucas stood at the center of the chaos, his chest heaving as his claws dug deep into the wood of his throne. His golden eyes blazed with fury, their glow enough to make the guards nearest to him drop to their knees.
