Chapter 127

Thane's eyes widened. Lucius. Alive? How? The impossible snarled at him, golden eyes blazing with fury. The rebels held their breath. This wasn't the end. It was the beginning of the true fight. With a snarl that ripped through the charged air, Lucius shifted and lunged. Thane met him head-on shifting, his wolf rippling with dark power. Their clash shook the gates, the very stones trembling at the impact. Fang met fang, claws tore through flesh. Thane, fueled by dark magic, was a whirlwind of violence. His blows rained down, heavy and brutal, each landing with a sickening crunch. Lucius, though battered and bloodied, fought back with the ferocity of a cornered wolf. He dodged, he evaded, he snapped and ripped, but Thane was relentless. The rebels watched, hearts pounding against their ribs. Fear choked them, but a sliver of hope flickered amidst the despair. Thane's magic, a shroud of swirling shadows, gave him an unnatural edge. He was stronger, and faster, his every move infused