Ethan'sPOV
The courtyard was silent, the air so tense it felt like the very night was holding its breath.
They walked in like shadows given form — tall, proud, radiating an aura that silenced even the murmurs of the pack. Their presence commanded the space, the kind of dominance you didn't question, only felt.
My father was the first to break the silence.
"Lucas Thane," he said, his deep voice carrying across the courtyard. "What brings you to Silverfang? Here to witness the death of our enemy?"
It took me a moment to process the name. Lucas Thane. My father knew him.
Lucas stopped only a few feet from the execution platform, his crimson eyes burning against the torchlight as he stood his ground.
"Erik," he said, his tone sharp as a blade, "you have no right to take her life."
The words struck the courtyard like a thrown spear.
