Lothaire held his breath as the door slowly opened, hinges grinding. What would they find inside?
Chained to the floor in the center of the cell was a massive Lykae with a bit between his razor-sharp fangs. His beast was risen, more monstrous than any Lothaire had encountered in all of his years. But his eyes shocked Lothaire the most. Gone was the Lykae blue, replaced by the color of bloodlust and madness.
Crimson.
As recognition took hold, Lothaire murmured in disbelief, “The Lykae’s Prince Heath . . . lives.”