<45 (Lucian’s POV) The Attack At The Border
45 (Lucian’s POV) The Attack At The Border
Lucian
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“Honestly, I didn’t like the match,” Mr Northwood admitted. “As long as she’s in the Nighthorn mansion, I don’t have to deal with the shame.”
I laughed-dry, sharp. Finally, some honesty. We got back to business and discussed the shipment. I made it clear Steel Corp had no intentions of merging with any other company anytime soon. If that ever changed, I’d
reach out on my terms.
By the time the meeting wrapped up, it was already four-thirty.
Not long after Northwood left, my phone rang.
Mara.
I picked up instantly. “Mara, are you outside?”
“No, Lucian…” Her voice was low. Off. Something was wrong.
I sat up straight. “Where are you?”
There was a pause-a long one.
“We’re on our way to the arsenal. The outer border. It’s under attack. Alpha Nighthorn assigned us to handle it. Darian is leading.”
The growl ripped from my throat before I could stop it.
What the hell is my father thinking? Sending them-barely nineteen-to deal with a live arsenal under assault?
“I’m coming,” I said immediately, already grabbing my keys.
“You don’t have to, Lucian,” she replied, but there was a tremble beneath her words. “I’m sure we can handle
it.”
“Have you ever been in a real battle before?” I snapped.
“No,” she admitted, “but there’s always a first.”
I was already moving.
“We’re almost there,” she added. “By the time you get here, it might be over.”
I didn’t answer. I hung up and stormed out of the building.
I was done playing calm.
How could my father risk them like this-especially Mara? My chest tightened with panic. These weren’t kids sparring in training. This was real. Live weapons. Blood. War.
They were barely adults. The youngest among the enemy troops would be in their mid-twenties-seasoned, brutal, trained for this. I didn’t care how talented Darian was-he couldn’t command the kind of respect
needed out there.
I didn’t even hesitate. I called my father.
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<45 (Lucian’s POV) The Attack At The Border
He answered on the first ring.
“How was your first day at the office?” my father asked casually.
I nearly lost it.
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“Why the hell did you send Darian, Mara, and Rowan to command a veteran troop in an active battle?” My voice was low but vibrating with anger. “Do you want them killed? You’re the Alpha. You should’ve been there.”
“Lucian, calm down. They signed up for this. They have to start sometime.”
“Sometime, yes-not now,” I snapped. “What happened to small-scale missions? Scouting? Errands? This is a full-blown engagement. People die in these, Father. My wife is out there.”
Silence. Then he muttered, “I didn’t think of it that way. Darian said they were ready.”
Rage boiled up in my chest. I didn’t respond. I just ended the call and stepped on the gas.
I prayed the whole way.
It took forty-five minutes to reach the arsenal. And when I did-chaos.
Bodies everywhere. Blood soaked the dirt. The clash of claws and teeth echoed through the air. Smoke curled
over broken supply crates.
Darian was shouting commands, but it was clear-he couldn’t hold the line. The older soldiers were reluctant, sluggish, questioning every order. As I feared, they didn’t respect him enough to follow him in a real fight.
Then I saw her.
Mara.
In wolf form, locked in combat. Her grey coat was streaked with blood, but she was holding her own-fierce, fast, relentless. Rowan was beside her, just as determined. They weren’t backing down, but they were
outnumbered.
My heart dropped.
I couldn’t stand there another second.
I tore off my clothes, shifted mid-stride, and charged in. My black wolf form towered over most of the others. Power pulsed from me-centuries of bloodline, dominance, command.
I let out a deafening growl that shook the battlefield.
The fighting stilled for a moment. Every head turned. Every wolf-ours and theirs-felt who had just arrived.
I took control from Darian without a word. He hesitated, but only for a second. He knew the truth-this wasn’t
about ego anymore. This was about survival.
I launched into the fray, cutting through attackers with precision, barking orders that were finally obeyed without hesitation. The tide shifted instantly.
I wasn’t thinking about pride or politics.
I was thinking about her.
My mate. My Mara.
And I would tear the world apart to get her out of this alive.
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I used my Alpha command-and they listened. Instantly.
Relief rippled through the ranks the moment I took control. The shift was undeniable. Orders were followed, formations restructured, and the chaos began to bend back into strategy.
Darian… he’d tried. But he wasn’t built for this-not leadership, not war. Martha had forced him into a role he
couldn’t carry.
I wouldn’t have even been here if Mara hadn’t been out there.
But if I hadn’t come, these bastards might’ve killed them.
The fight raged on for another hour. Mara and Rowan managed to bring down one of the attackers, wounding
him badly and pinning him.
The rest of the intruders scattered, dragging their wounded with them, tails tucked.
It was over. For now.
We waited while the soldiers secured the prisoner, loading him into the van. I stayed in my wolf form until the
last threat was gone.
When I finally shifted back, I immediately called for a blanket-for her.
Mara was bleeding and bruised, her breathing shallow. Her wolf had done what it could, but her injuries needed more than nature’s healing. Bones needed to be set right. Internal damage checked. She needed real
care.
I held her in my arms on the blood-soaked ground, rocking gently.
“You shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.
I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to hold it together. “You think I could’ve stayed away? I wouldn’t have survived it if something happened to you.”
Truth. Raw and simple.
A few feet away, Darian was causing a scene. He was on a stretcher, shouting, fighting the paramedics to get
to her.
“Mara!” he called, voice tight with panic. “Mara, are you okay?”
“She’s fine, Darian!” I snapped back, cradling her tighter. He looked at me, eyes rimmed with red, and finally
nodded-broken, defeated.
I stayed by Mara’s side, holding her hand as the medics loaded her into the ambulance. I asked one of them
to drive my car so I could ride with her.
As the sirens started and the vehicle lurched forward, Mara stirred and smiled weakly.
“I Kicked some ass,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn’t help but smile, despite everything. I kissed her hand.
“Yes, darling. You kicked some ass.”
And I meant it.
She was all bruised up and still joking.
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