Cruel Revelations

Darius Thorne

Lucius sat in the chair, his smirk an emblem of defiance that made my blood boil. Bound tightly with silver chains, he didn’t flinch, even when I stepped closer, the weight of my fury radiating like a storm ready to erupt. My wolf growled within me, a primal urge demanding retribution.

“Where is Cassia?” I hissed, my voice low and sharp.

Lucius tilted his head, his smirk widening. “