Lucian stood in the center of the castle's great hall, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to stretch to the confines of the place. The light from the enormous crystal chandeliers reflected golden glints in his eyes, as if hell itself burned in his gaze while he observed every detail with almost obsessive precision. The Crimson Moon approached, a crucial event that not only united the packs, but also marked the destiny of many young wolves. He could not allow any mistakes.
"Jaxon," he called with a firm voice, his tone sharp as the edge of a sword.
Jaxon, his loyal Beta, approached quickly, his expression serious and aware of the importance of the task he had been entrusted with. He knew Lucian would not tolerate failures, especially during such a significant event.
"Everything must be perfect," continued Lucian, his golden eyes fixed on Jaxon's. "Did you manage to find the dragon fire?"
