Confusion was written all over Luke's face—until he saw the missing arm behind his father's cape. Once so full of pride, the admirable Alpha was now left with only one arm attached to his body.
What in the world happened? Did he get into a fight? But then, he was the Supreme Alpha, one of the strongest. Who could possibly have the strength to do this to him?
I glanced at Luke, seeing him wondering the same question. He couldn't believe his eyes, for the umpteenth time today, and he was quickly at a loss for words.
Lucius then straightened his cape, again hiding his missing arm. He chuckled wryly, as if expecting this reaction once he revealed the truth about his hand. Though he had lost a limb, he had lost none of his great presence, and he would still have no problem intimidating his enemies—as evidenced by how he terrified the animals in the forest by simply existing.
"W-who—?"
