Lucien spoke slowly, like someone trying not to shatter a glass in his hand. "If Lucia Thorne lives, and she's reclaiming the Syndicate… this is more than revenge. This is a throne war."
Savannah felt her skin tighten. Her pulse was quick but steady, controlled, like the stillness before a lightning strike. "And what happens when thrones are up for grabs?"
"They burn down the world around them to get there," Beckett said grimly. "And kill anyone who remembers the blood price that once kept the peace."
Rhett leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, his voice low. "The Alpha Syndicate was fractured the moment my mother vanished. Without her, they divided the factions. Each pack chose their own rulers. But if she's really alive, if she's back, then every pact, every treaty, every fragile line we've drawn over the years means nothing now."
