Apollo
"APOLLO!"
The door bursts open with enough force to rattle the hinges, and Connor storms in, his chest heaving, eyes wide with terror and adrenaline. His usually perfect hair is disheveled, his clothes torn, and there's a wild, desperate look in his eyes that I've never seen before.
"Thank the gods, I found you!" he gasps, scanning the room like he expected to find my corpse. "I've been looking everywhere—"
"What the hell is happening out there?" I demand, already moving towards him.
"No time for questions!" he snaps, already turning back toward the door. "Grab your shit—we have to move now!"
I snatch the first shirt I see and yank it on over my head, my muscles still aching from the brutal training session. But my mind is clearer now, sharper, the familiar rush of adrenaline bringing everything into perfect focus. This is what I was born for. This is what all those hours of training prepared me for.
I'm a Gamma wolf. A warrior by birth and by choice.
This is my moment. The cha
