Chapter 77. The Lycan Roar

“We wait,” he answered, “And if they do come, we fight.”

There was no fear or hesitation in his words, only quiet conviction. Not once did he imagine that he was going to lose; it was the quiet certainty of a wolf who had faced death multiple times before and prevailed.

A wolf who was blood thirsty enough to kill anything that would harm what he considered to be his.

Even though he had been ridiculed by most of his pack since the day he got crippled, Lucien still considered the clawhold his.

And he wasn’t going to let Marcus and his arrogant brother destroy his pack.

Aria nodded, her brows furrowed as she walked up to her room where she quickly changed. Her thoughts raced as she changed. Her mind was focused now on the concept of a war ravaging the pack.

Just like she had told Rose, she wasn’t really afraid of being attacked. That didn’t mean she didn’t feel for the other wolves in the clawhold.

When she was done changing, she walked up to L