To say Lucien was pissed was to say the ocean was calm.

No, he had long since passed the threshold for what was considered ‘pissed’

Right now, the term raging tornado wasn’t even adequate to describe him.

Even his guards, the two men who were entrusted to secure him, were so scared shitless that they both still stayed in the chamber, both too scared to even move a single muscle to follow him.

Lucien didn’t even meet a single servant on his journey towards the clawhold’s prison – the dungeon.

Why would he? His aura was so dangerous and fiery, that even from a hundred meters away, wolves were running...