{Ronan’s POV}

Teeth meet flesh and bone all around us, roars split the air, and the stench of sweat and blood thickened the grand chamber. I had no interest in the faceless men that threw themselves in my way. Each strike, each blow, each step I took was for one purpose alone. Damon.

Lucien’s laughter gnawed at me like fire under my skin. The way he raised his hand and drew the crowd’s attention, pompous as a monarch already seated on a throne, made my wolf claw at the walls of my control.

I shoved my clawed hand through the chest of the guard in front of me, tearing him...