Aldric's POV
Rage.
Pure, unadulterated rage flowed through me like molten metal in my veins, threatening to consume what little remained of my carefully constructed composure. I stood before the council, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to tear something apart with my bare hands.
They had escaped.
The other shadow lycan, Merida, Maeve's mother I gathered, had not only escaped but had killed Marcus in the process. Elder Marcus, one of our most powerful council members, reduced to ash by a creature we had underestimated. The irony would have been amusing if it weren't so infuriating.
"How?" I asked, my voice deadly quiet as I addressed the remaining six council members. "How did a weakened shadow lycan and a handful of lycans manage to escape from our most secure facility?"
