Alaric stormed through the halls of the mansion, his steps echoing with barely contained fury. His normally composed demeanor had cracked, replaced by an intensity that made the servants flinch as he passed by. The mansion, usually a place of warmth and comfort, now felt cold and tense as everyone sensed the change in their young master.
The sight of Lucy in that fragile state had ignited a fire within him, one that burned with anger and fear. He had never felt so helpless, and it twisted like a knife in his gut. Something dark was at play, and if one of those werewolf families was behind it, they would pay dearly.
He reached the study and threw open the doors, the heavy wood slamming against the walls with a thunderous bang. "Everyone, gather here immediately!" he commanded, his voice reverberating through the mansion.
