CHAPTER EIGHT
NO RETREAT
Lucas's POV
It was with a sense of grim satisfaction that I rode towards BloodMoon Fangs, my men trailing behind me in a column of dust. I had never been more determined in my life, and I would not be deterred from my goal.
The carriage rolled down the bumpy road, the wheels crunching over the dirt path. I sat in the back, my eyes fixed on the passing woods, my thoughts dark and brooding. My men rode alongside the carriage, silent and watchful. The journey was long and tedious, and the tension was clear. Every mile felt like an eternity, as the trees and bushes passed by in a blur. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of what lay ahead, a chance to set things right.
I arrived at the giant gate guarding the BloodMoons's Fangs abode, walking majestically into his abode through the opened gate which his guards had made sure to open even before I got there.
