Lucian pressed his hand against the tent wall. His knees shook. Laura's pain was like fire in his chest.

But he couldn't fall. Not now. Not when his warriors were watching.

"Sir?" Marcus stepped closer. "You need to rest."

"No." Lucian's voice was rough. "Gather everyone. Now."

"But you're hurt—"

"Do it."

Marcus left. His face was worried.

Ten minutes later, the entire camp stood in front of Lucian's tent. Warriors from all four packs and more. Their faces were scared and angry.

"Listen to me," Lucian said. His voice carried over the crowd. "I know you're afraid. I know some of you want to run."

A few warriors looked...