Pursuing My Rejected Alpha
Chapter 27

"Huh?"

The image of the little blond boy who hugged his leg appeared before Ronan's eyes. That little guy was injured? When? Before or after he made the phone call?

Ronan did not listen in on the phone conversation, but if it's before, should Lucien not say anything? Lucien would tell him this kind of thing. Besides, they chatted for some time. An injured boy would not talk that long into a phone. Was it after, then? Did he get punished because he made the phone call...?

No... unlikely. Kinnon would not do that to his only child.

"What happened to him?" Ronan heard himself asking.

Exasperated laughter rang out from Kinnon's side.

"Ronan, what are you playing dumb for? You can play the hero for the whole world, including Lucien, to see. In front of me, do not try to even pretend. I know what kind of person you are."

Ronan furrowed his brows in anger. Did he need Kinnon to pull his name into the mud? Lucien was allowed to say these words if he wanted to, but Kinnon was not! Ronan did not remember doing anything to Kinnon or his little son.

.....

"Alpha Kinnon, speak clearly. I can tell you honestly that I have done nothing to you or your son."

"Kinnon, are you still there? Hello?"

Ronan cursed under his breath when he tried to poke some dirt on his left side but failed. Thinking about it, he did slam Kinnon's head repeatedly against the rocky cliffside during their fight. That guy might suffer from heavy bleeding from the head. He needed help. They both needed help.

Ronan tried to move different parts of his body.

His arms were completely trapped. His back was stuck thanks to the big trunk of the tree. His legs...

Ronan tried to prop himself up by using his knees, but then he heard a precarious tinkling sound above his head. The Alpha unwittingly broke into a cold sweat.

A lot of things came crashing on them when the mudslide happened. By Goddess' mercy, none of those ended up crushing their heads. That was already very lucky. If Ronan moved carelessly around, he might set off an unwanted movement up there. The Alpha groaned out of agitation. What was he supposed to do then? Just wait here for someone to rescue them?

Once he stopped exchanging verbal ammunitions with Kinnon, the adrenaline in his blood receded. Ronan started to get tired again. His eyelids grew so heavy. They fluttered a few times until they fell shut.

When he regained consciousness again, he seemed to hear someone calling for him.

'Ronan...

'Ronan...

Beowulf?

No, it doesn't sound like Beowulf...

It sounds like...

Ronan furrowed his brows.

He heard it before, but he has not heard the voice for a long time. The last time he heard it was seven years ago.

'Owww...!!!'

It was Sunday. One of the many Sundays that they spent together at the Alpha Camp. The two teenagers were lying together in their secret hut at nighttime. They made love all afternoon and were then reveling in the sweet afterglow. Young Lucien pulled a grimace when young Ronan withdrew from his body. He purposefully pressed his face into the pillow just so that Ronan could not see the painful expression on his face. Strangely, Ronan still found out.

"Does it hurt?" Ronan asked, his tone full of concern. He put his hand against Lucien's lower stomach and clumsily tried to massage the invisible sore points.

Surprised, Lucien turned around and blinked at him.

"It does, but... how did you know?"

Ronan shot Lucien a confused look.

"Well, because you groaned?"

"I did not."

"You did. You said, 'owwww"."

Lucien stared at Ronan. "Ronan, I really did not say that."

Ronan was puzzled. He was sure that he heard Lucien. Or was it not Lucien? But then who was it?

At present time, Ronan fell into a daze.

So who called for him just now?

The voice was very insistent, too. And it sounded so desperate. So sad. So pitiful.

Ronan muttered under his breath, "Lucien..."

"Lucien..."

Due to exhaustion, he was unable to keep calling for Lucien. His voice died out, so he could only call in his heart.

'Lucien...

'Lulu...

And then the voice that had been calling for Ronan started getting louder.

'RONAN! RONAN, CAN YOU HEAR ME???? WHERE ARE YOU???'

Ronan knitted his brows.

'I am... Lucien?'

'IT'S ME! NOW TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!'

Where was he? Good question. All he knew was that he was buried under a huge mass of earth, mud, and everything else that came down with them. How was he supposed to tell his exact location? 'Close to the cliffside,' Beowulf tried to be helpful. 'We were resting near the cliffside after Kinnon fell unconscious!

Right.

'I am close to the cliffside,' he spoke in his heart again. 'Me and Kinnon both. He is also still alive!

Ronan bit his lips in resentment when he told Lucien about Kinnon. Truthfully, he never wanted to talk about Kinnon ever again, but he knew that Lucien would feel better if he knew that Kinnon was still alive.

'Be patient, Ronan... I am going to get you out of there,' Lucien said.

Ronan closed his eyes and dozed off again.

He did not know how many minutes or hours passed after that. Occasionally he heard sounds coming from above him. There were also the frantic voices of some people. What they said was unclear. Ronan could not make sense of the cacophony of sounds. All that he knew was that when he opened his eyes again, he was tightly wrapped in Lucien's embrace.

Lucien was crying loudly. He was all naked, and his skin was as cold as ice.

"I got you," he sobbed loudly. "I got you, Ronan..."

Ronan gave him a weak smile.

"Don't cry, my love," he whispered. "I will always come back for you."

And then he passed out again.

When Lucien saw that Kinnon pounced on Ronan, he turned around to jump at Kinnon, but he ended up bumping against Bjorn instead. The giant wolf with silver-blond fur stood in front of him, blocking his access to Ronan and Kinnon.

"Move away!" Lucien wanted to say when he howled at Bjorn.

The wolf merely gave him an imperceptible head shake. He was not going to move.

Behind them, the wolves from both sides started to engage each other in a fight. Lucien saw the stronger ones from his pack take on two or three werewolves at once.

Seeing that Bjorn did not intend to fight, Lucien went to attack some of the werewolves from the Night Prowler Pack, but Bjorn kept interfering again and again. He kept preventing Lucien from attacking, but at the same time, he also prevented Lucien from being attacked.

It was then that Lucien understood what was happening.

Kinnon had ordered Bjorn to keep Lucien safe, while he himself went after Ronan.

If Ronan died, then the Silent Walkers Pack would lose a huge chunk of its fighting force.

If Ronan died, the Silent Walkers Pack would most likely fall into disarray.

.....

If Ronan died, the Night Prowler Pack would win the war without hurting Lucien.

If Ronan died, the object of Landon's obsession disappeared. He might change his mind.

If Ronan died, there was a chance for Lucien and Kinnon to be together.

in's death could do so many things at once.

Lucien wanted to fling all kinds of curses to Kinnon and Bjorn. Ronan was innocent! Ronan did nothing wrong! If anything, Lucien was the one who had to pay for this mess. Ronan should not have to die!

Full of indignation, Lucien started attacking Bjorn. The latter was very calm. Himself a very capable fighter, he had no problems dodging Lucien's attacks. He only gave Lucien occasional shoves with retracted claws when Lucien came too close to him. It was as if he was dealing with a little pup who just learned how to fight.

Lucien knew that Bjorn was just doing what Kinnon told him to do, but his actions enraged Lucien so much.

Many times Lucien feigned an attack just to turn around to go to where Ronan was, but Bjorn caught up with him again and again.

As the rain became heavier and heavier, it became more and more difficult to replace Ronan. All the werewolves looked the same. It did not help that none of them stood still even for a second.

Wherever he wanted to go, Bjorn stepped in front of him like a ghost.

"Get lost!!!" Lucien barked at Bjorn, trying to headbutt the elder man.

After getting into a scuffle, Bjorn ended up pinning Lucien's back to the wet, muddy ground.

Lucien snapped at Bjorn fiercely, but the latter refused to let him go. He might come to the realization that he should just immobilize Lucien to prevent him from running around.

The both of them froze in position when they heard the ominous booming sound. What followed was the sound of something falling from the edge of the cliff and the shrieks and howls of wolves that tried to escape the natural disaster as fast as possible. Both Bjorn and Lucien got to their feet as fast as possible to see what was happening.

The werewolves that managed to escape the mudslide were shivering in their drenched forms, while the unlucky ones were trapped under the huge mass of mud. Trees were falling from the top of the cliff due to erosion. Stones that were hidden beneath the cliff surface were also falling down incessantly.

And then, a giant boulder came rolling down the cliffside and crashed onto the valley with an eardrum-shattering sound.

Lucien's heart lurched to the ground. He could only hope that no one was smashed under the boulder. As if it had not done enough damage, the boulder continued rolling away from the mudslide.

Bjorn barked loudly at the surviving werewolves to get them out of the trance. They had to run for their lives. The mudslide was still continuing.

"Ronan!"

Against rationality, Lucien ran toward the mudslide instead. He was desperate to replace Ronan.

Did Ronan get caught by the mudslide?

Did the boulder hit him?

Could he escape from the boulder?

Bjorn practically bumped his head many times against Lucien's stomach and kept hitting him until the half-conscious Lucien agreed to turn around and move toward a safer spot.

The mudslide lasted for almost an hour. Lucien kept wanting to go and search for Ronan, but Bjorn stopped him with all his might. He only let Lucien go when the earth calmed down and everything stopped moving. By then the heavy rain already stopped, leaving the valley in a state of desolation.

In the face of the unexpected disaster, both packs agreed to stop the war and help each other. Acatha and Kendra went to Amberport to get some help. All the other wolves started digging at the huge mass to unearth anyone who might be trapped under the mudslide, no matter from which pack.

The scene was beyond grotesque. At their weakest point, the werewolves returned to their human forms. Some werewolves died on the spot while they were still in their wolf forms. Their corpses were ripped apart by the force of the slide. Those who were found in their human forms were heavily injured. Although they were still alive, their breathing was shallow and their pulses were very weak.

Every time another werewolf was found, Lucien kept hoping that it was Ronan, and that he might be found alive. Unfortunately, despite having dug around for more than three hours, they were still unable to locate the Alphas.

Since Kinnon and Ronan were fighting each other at the time of the mudslide, they must be quite close to each other. But where exactly were they?

In his desperation, Lucien kept calling for Ronan in his heart.

'Ronan...

'Ronan, where are you...?' updated by Narugi.com

'Ronan, please be safe...

He called so many times until finally, Ronan answered.

Ten minutes after the werewolves dug out Ronan and Kinnon, a helicopter arrived with Acatha and Kendra inside.

The largely unconscious Ronan and Kinnon were dug out of the mountain of dirt and hoisted carefully into the helicopter.

The helicopter was a small one. It could only carry the pilot and the two injured Alphas, so not even Lucien could tag along.

He gave Ronan one last kiss on the cheek before he stepped out of the helicopter and watched it slowly leave the ground and fly toward the St. Clarence hospital.

Over at St. Clarence hospital, hospital staff had been notified about the arrival of the two injured Alphas.

As soon as the helicopter landed on the roof of the hospital, the Alphas were moved to waiting gurneys and taken to the Emergency Room for a detailed inspection.

Ronan's back was torn in such a savage manner that parts of the white bones were peeking out. Other than that, he only suffered from bruises and cuts all over his body and face.

Kinnon, who at the first glance was only bleeding profusely from the left temple, sustained much heavier injuries.

He had a severe concussion due to having his head slammed against a hard surface a couple of times, and also internal bleeding due to blunt force trauma.

Both Alphas were sent to surgery rooms to be patched up immediately.

.....

The St. Clarence hospital staff was very careful when handling the two Alphas. Even the surgery chambers were located in opposite wings to ensure that the packs did not continue their fight inside the hospital.

Meanwhile, more and more werewolves were delivered to St. Clarance hospital within the next ten hours. Empty gurneys rolled to the entrance of the Emergency Room, and loaded gurneys with bloody, lifeless bodies rolled even faster into the hospital. The St. Clarence hospital staff were extremely busy. Even the receptionist counter was busy with endless visitors from both packs who were trying to replace out the fates of all those who participated in the war. Unfortunately, the hospital's main focus was to treat the injured ones. Other than Alpha Ronan and Alpha Kinnon, the other werewolves had yet to be identified. This naturally led to outrage among the worried family members.

An elderly man slammed his hand on the receptionist counter and shouted furiously, "It has been a while since tens of werewolves entered the hospital and you claim that you don't know who they are? What kind of hospital is this???"

The younger receptionists were close to tears. They tried to tell the angry people that it was not like the werewolves wore collars with their identity information to the war. So how could they know who all those battered and bloody werewolves were??? While the angry werewolves were busy abusing the poor receptionists, an elder gentleman strolled into the hospital foyer. He was accompanied by a young man who walked behind him solemnly.

The steady sound of a polished wooden cane that hit the hospital's marble floor along with the languid steps of the owner was intimidating in its own way. The screaming werewolves fell into silence as they parted to let the elder gentleman through. Dane Silverback looked down at the shivering receptionists along the high bridge of his nose.

"I am here for Ronan Silverback."

"Mister... Mr. Silverback, of course, Alpha Ronan is..."

The young receptionist who answered Dane was shaking all over.

"... please wait a little bit..."

Exactly three minutes later, the doctor in charge of Ronan arrived at the receptionist counter and bowed deeply at Dane. He had just finished Ronan's surgery, so he was still wearing the surgery robe.

"Mr. Dane Silverback, please let me escort you to Alpha Ronan's ward..."

As they walked, the doctor gave Dane the latest update on Ronan's condition.

The surgery was a success. Ronan's back had been stitched together. With the Alpha's regenerative properties, he would heal within a week. It might leave some scars though, he added. Not that werewolves were particularly distressed about scars. Any scar was proof of a werewolf's battle prowess as long as it did not incapacitate the werewolf.

The three people strolled through a corridor and arrived in front of Ronan's VIP ward. In front of the ward, someone was waiting while rubbing her hands together nervously. It was a nurse in an all-white uniform. When she caught sight of Dane Silverback, she quickly lowered her eyes. Not without sneaking surreptitious glances at Dane. There was fear in her eyes.

Dane looked her up and down for a moment but was unable to recognize her. Dismissing her as some lowly nurse in the hospital, he pushed the door open and entered Ronan's ward.

Inside the ward, Ronan was lying on his stomach with his heavily bandaged back exposed to the air. Next to him, holding his hand, was his mother, Lady Adele Fangblade.

The lady looked up when she heard someone entering the ward. When she saw that it was Dane, her usually calm disposition and gentle eyes were quickly replaced by dark expression and blazing eyes.

Behind Dane, the young man sucked in a deep breath. He stood frozen inside the ward, not knowing what to do. Dane Silverback turned to look at him and dismissed him, "Get out."

The young man quickly left. He then waited outside next to the nurse who furrowed her brows at him and gave him judgmental looks.

Inside the ward, Lady Adele Fangblade decided that one glance was more than enough for Dane Silverback. She gave her son her full attention.

Dane Silverback cleared his throat and pulled a chair toward Ronan's bed. Sitting on the other side of the bed, he crossed his arms and watched his ex-wife. His ex-mate. The previous Luna of the Infinite Eclipse Pack.

"Adele," he softly spoke. "Long time no see."

Lady Adele Fangblade gave him a curt smile. It was the kind of smile that Ronan gave his father these years, brimming with contempt and disgust.

"Stop speaking to me as if you and I were some long-lost friends, Dane Silverback. The mere sight of you makes me sick."

Dane Silverback closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he shot Lady Adele Fangblade a pleading look. "Adele, please. Not in front of our son."

Lady Adele Fangblade smirked. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized the elder man before her.

"Do you still need to pretend in front of him? Dane Silverback, he is twenty-five years old."

Dane's eyes drifted toward the man on the bed. Ronan had never appeared so weak before him. No, that was inaccurate. He and Ronan used to have a good relationship with each other. Dane adored Ronan. He was always there to wipe little Ronan's tears and tucked him in at night.

And then his marriage was destroyed and Ronan never again looked at him the same way. Dane knew that he messed up, but he could no longer change the past. Even though he tried his best to make up for his past mistakes, everything was already too late. The hurt already happened, the betrayal could never be erased.

"Adele, he is my son too," Dane said.

"Do you think that I was the one who made him hate you?" the elder woman raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"No, but you could have made things better," Dane argued. "He is my son. He is not supposed to meddle in our relationship. I did him nothing wrong."

.....

Lady Adele Fangblade heaved a sigh. Was Dane foolish enough to think that he could just keep Ronan out of the marital conflicts? They were a family. Once it was broken, naturally it would affect everyone in the family.

"Ronan is old enough to know what is going on. If he chooses to hate you, that is his decision and not mine," she replied harshly.

Dane Silverback gritted his teeth.

"Never mind," he growled. "I am the stupid one for expecting you to step in."

Angrily, Dane Silverback rose to his feet and left the ward without looking back even once.

Ronan's mother shook her head.

How pathetic.

Although she loved Ronan as much as Dane did, originally Ronan was closer to his father than his mother. The reason was quite simple. His father was the all-powerful Alpha, the most important man in the Infinite Eclipse Pack. Although Lady Adele Fangblade did not hail from a less prestigious family, her family was declining. The Infinite Eclipse Pack members respected her, but they looked up to their Alpha, Dane Silverback.

So much so that when it was clearly Dane Silverback who ruined their marriage, it was her who lost her standing as the Luna.

Not a single soul in the Infinite Eclipse Pack sided with her, except for her precious son.

Lady Adele Fangblade clenched her jaw and curled her fingers into fists at the sheer remembrance.

She glanced at the pearl of her eyes, her little boy. Ronan was the only good thing that came out of her marrying into the Silverback house. He was her little knight in shining armor. Ronan was just ten years old at that time, but he spoke harshly against his father and all the elders in the pack.

"My sweet baby," the elder woman spoke softly. "My darling son."

Lady Fangblade's eyes turned as round as the moon.

On the bed, Ronan furrowed his brows and his eyes fluttered open.

"Ronan? Don't move... Sweetheart, don't move. You are badly hurt."

Although Ronan wanted to move, he was unable to fight against the many straps that tied him to the bed.

"Mom," he grabbed his mother's sleeves. "Mom, Lucien... Where is Lucien?"

His mother had no answer to that. She completely forgot that Ronan and Lucien were fighting on the same side in the war.

Oh, Lord.

Her heart lurched to the bottom of her stomach.

What if Lucien...?

No, can't be...

If anything, he would be sent together with Ronan to the hospital.

"Edith!!!" She called for the nurse who waited outside of the ward. Edith came in as soon as she heard her mistress' call.

"Was Lucien Clearwater delivered to the hospital as well?"

Naturally, Edith had no ready answer for this abrupt question.

"Let me check, Lady Fangblade," Edith replied. She hurried out of the room to get some information from the receptionist counter.

Lady Fangblade pursed her lips. Just how much information could the poor receptionists provide? If only Lucien came together with Ronan...

"Mom," Ronan spoke again, his voice hoarse and broken. "Thirsty... Mom."

"Oh."

Lady Fangblade rose from her wheelchair with a lot of effort. Her legs were shaky, but she was still able to cross the room to get her son some water. About a third of the cup spilled on the floor when she walked back to Ronan's bed. Thankfully, the cup was equipped with a straw to prevent spilling when the patient drank from the cup.

Ronan tried to get up again to no avail. He ended up roaring in anger and fell back to the bed like a heavy log of wood.

Lady Fangblade rubbed his son on the back clumsily. A large part of his back was bandaged heavily. It was rather difficult to replace a spot to rub.

"Sweetheart, don't be agitated. Rest, will you? I promise that we will replace Lucien for you."

Ronan's eyes were unfocused for a second, and then he let out a chuckle.

"No need, Mom," he said, closing his eyes as his breathing evened out.

Lady Fangblade blinked in confusion. She was about to ask why Ronan suddenly did not feel the need to replace Lucien when the door cracked open and she heard Lucien's voice.

"Lady Fangblade?"

Ronan's mother broke into a smile when he saw Lucien at the door. The man was drenched from top to bottom. After he and Bjorn finished taking care of all the corpses, all the injured werewolves, and all the survivors, he left Shadow Mist Creek as soon as possible to be at Ronan's side.

"Come in, Lucien," Lady Fangblade said as she extended her hand for Lucien. "Ronan has been demanding to see you."

After surviving a horrible war together, there must be a lot of things that the two alpha werewolves wanted to say to each other.

Lady Fangblade tactfully left after giving Ronan a kiss on the cheek and Lucien a squeeze in the hand.

"Take care of Ronan," she said with a wink as Edith rolled her out of the ward.

Lucien stiffly nodded.

He inhaled a deep breath and slowly approached Ronan's bed.

The Alpha lay on his stomach with his head facing the right side, just where the window was. Outside, the moon was already high up in the sky.

Lucien sat in front of Ronan's bed with his back facing the window. Ronan sighed out of relief when he finally caught sight of Lucien's face. He looked haggard and the ends of his eyes were red from crying, but otherwise, he looked fine. That was the most important

thing.

"Hey," Lucien called softly. He reached out and rubbed Ronan's head, his trembling fingers sliding into his hair clumsily. He looked disoriented, very much unlike the Lucien that Ronan was used to.

The Lucien that Ronan knew was always prepared for everything. No matter what kind of shitty situation he was facing, he could always think of a way out and act without losing his composure.

.....

Oh, Lucien.

Ronan sighed in his heart.

"Hey you back," the man on the bed replied with a weak smile.

Lucien's hand wandered to Ronan's forehead. The man was gradually heating up.

"You have a fever," Lucien said, his gloomy expression becoming even gloomier.

"Mhm, I guess so."

When Ronan closed his eyes, he could feel his eyeballs burning. It was uncomfortable, but it was a thousand times better than being buried alive under a tree and hardened mud.

"Sorry," Lucien choked out with sobs, his tears fell like two rivulets across his cheeks.

The man lowered his head and clawed into his legs fervently. He felt extremely guilty.

It was a war that he started, but Ronan ended up paying a price for it.

He almost lost Ronan for good.

He cried a lot when they finally managed to dig Ronan out.

His tears didn't stop even after he sent Ronan off on the helicopter ride. Although he would rather run away from Shadow Mist Creek to be by Ronan's side, he was unable to do that. He had to fulfill his responsibilities and take care of everyone else.

For the first time in Lucien's life, he wanted to just run away. Run away from everything and just be by Ronan's side. He lifted his gaze and looked at Ronan with eyes that were glistening with tears.

"I am so sorry," he repeated.

He did not know what he would do if Ronan did not survive. When he held Ronan's cold body in his arms, he almost went insane. It was the shallow breathing and the weak heartbeat that eventually calmed him down and allowed him to focus.

The Alpha on the bed was not really appreciative of Lucien's tears.

"If you don't stop saying sorry, I am going to punish you," Ronan muttered darkly.

Lucien's lips parted slightly. He seemed to want to protest, but he eventually swallowed the words of apology that were waiting to come out.

"I heard you, you know," Ronan smiled, his expression softened.

"You heard me?"

"All the time," Ronan confirmed.

"I heard you when I was buried down there."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Every single word. You kept me lucid."

Lucien started to sob.

Ronan's face crumpled in distress.

Whenever he saw Lucien in this state, he always wanted to hug the man, comfort the man, and tell him that everything would be fine.

Unfortunately, he was strapped into the bed. Even his arms were tied down by the straps. He could not reach out for Lucien, let alone hug him. Ronan discovered that watching Lucien cry without being able to comfort him was a kind of t*****e of its own.

"Lulu, don't cry," he begged in desperation. "I want to hug you but I can't. I am so useless right now."

Lucien leaned closer and pressed a kiss on Ronan's forehead.

When he pulled away, he saw a scowl on Ronan's face.

"... What's wrong?"

Ronan was largely dissatisfied and he had no problem saying it out loud.

"I got hurt this badly and I only get a kiss on the forehead??? Lucien, aren't you too stingy???"

Lucien was taken aback.

He could not help but chuckle at Ronan's unhappy expression.

"You are hurt so severely. Should you not abstain from intimacy?"

"What intimacy???" Ronan demanded. "It was only a kiss! If you don't kiss me right now, I am never going to get better!"

Lucien shook his head in disbelief.

"You kiss monster," he scolded the Alpha, but he lowered his head anyway and kissed Ronan on the lips.

"More," the Alpha demanded.

He almost died after all. He wanted Lucien to pay up in form of kisses. And more.

And so Lucien kissed Ronan again and again until the latter got drunk from love and dozed off with a silly smile lacing his lips.

Lucien then got to his feet to replace a nurse.

"Mr. Ronan Silverback is getting a fever," he reported.

"Thank you for the information, Mr. Clearwater. We will exchange the IV drip in a little bit," the nurse replied.

Lucien nodded. He went back to Ronan's ward and slumped against the chair.

Although he tried his best to stay awake, he was unable to prevent the exhaustion from taking over his body and siphoning the remaining energy away.

It was a tiring day. He was drained physically and emotionally.

Lucien slumped forward and lay the upper part of his body on top of Ronan's bed. He placed his hand on top of Ronan's and gave it a kiss.

Unfortunately, it was not over yet.

Lucien's eyes flashed dangerously as he stared at nothing particular ahead of him.

The war still had yet to end.

This time, Lucien was going to end it with his own hands.