Chapter Eighteen
Lucian
I found Julian in the center of his coliseum—Tad by his side with a smug look on his face, as if he mattered or something. They stood between a row of thirty wolves and another row of as many soldiers—a formation Julian favored when training the wolves for combat. He planned to use them to herd humans when he was ready to take over. To herd and kill as needed. Those damn wolves. I will never get used to those beasts walking amongst them as if they were above higher forms of life, just because they were joined with Julian.
I exit a stone staircase as Julian lifts his hand and then throws it down. The wolves and soldiers charge at one another. Julian and Tad back away, walking toward me, Tad by Julian’s side as if he belongs there instead of at his feet. Tad couldn’t see he was just another dog, lapping at Julian’s heels. But he would. Soon.
I would see to it. Because I had a plan to turn Creed and Addie’s time together into their end and my beginning. By night’s end, I would not only see to it that Addie Lawrence was dead; I’d frame Creed as her killer. Lawrence would be furious, devastated—vulnerable to Brock’s Red Dart probes. And Creed would be captive inside Zodius City, ready for his punishment. I would be his replacement, and Tad would be nothing.