Diana
My mind is a tempest, a maelstrom of fear and trepidation. There is a Were in this town. A Were. The realization is chilling. From the outset, my senses had been attuned to the absence of any pack, any scent that marked werewolf territory. I had made absolute and doubly sure that there was no pack here before I had dared to venture in. I even scented no wolves. This is a purely human town. I was so sure of it.
Yet, here, in this seemingly ordinary town, I had encountered one. And not just any Were, but an Alpha. A powerful, dominant Alpha.
The memory of his presence, a cold, suffocating weight, presses down on me. I had survived countless terrifying encounters, but none had prepared me for this. To escape a normal wolf had been a desperate gamble, a narrow escape that had been nothing short of a miracle.
But to evade an Alpha, the creature at the apex of the werewolf hierarchy, is a concept so terrifying it borders on the unimaginable. No. It is impossible.
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