LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The day had already been a whirlwind of chaos, responsibility, and simmering tension. The Alpha meeting earlier had left me nursing a dull, persistent headache. A visit to Teresa afterward had provided some solace, easing the tension in my heart, but the storm swirling around me was far from settled. I barely had time to catch my breath when my phone buzzed, dragging me back into the chaos.
I glanced at the screen, the name Edmond flashing across it. A sigh escaped me as I picked up the call.
"Edmond," I greeted, keeping my voice calm despite the tension creeping into it.
"Lucian," he replied briskly, his tone laced with urgency. "The witches from Redfield and the surrounding towns—eleven covens in total—have agreed to meet tonight. Alongside them, six rival packs. When I mentioned Adrian Daegon's name, they couldn't ignore it. They all decided it was worth their while."
