Carlos’s P.O.V.

No response!

A complete silence met my warning as I stepped forward cautiously, trying to figure out what kind of lycan I was dealing with. And to my dismay, it wasn’t an ordinary or young one.

That massive, hulking Lycan crouched beside the pond, fur bristling, eyes glowing unnaturally in the moonlight. I could easily tell even from a distance that it was an adult warrior lycan.

My instincts exploded into chaos. Fight, flee, or kill. Every ancient lesson Lucian had drilled into me screaming at once.

Lycans were merciless by nature. Bloodshed was their language, slaughter their entertainment. They didn’t negotiate. They didn’t hesitate before ripping their...