Alexander 's POV The corridor stretched before us like a vein pulsing with the academy's frantic heartbeat, wards sputtering along the walls in erratic bursts of blue and violet—fading one second, flaring the next as if the stones themselves were arguing over whether to hold or shatter. Students clustered in doorways, their eyes wide and feral in the torchlight, whispers slithering through the air like smoke: *Storm... mates... the heir...* A few younger pups edged closer, noses twitching as they scented the ozone clinging to Elara and me, but Damian's presence—a low, rumbling growl that needed no words—sent them scattering like leaves in a gale. He led the way, his stride purposeful, shoulders squared against the weight of what we'd unleashed, but I caught the subtle limp in his left leg, a remnant of the shadows' grasp. Blood still trickled from the gash on his forehead, stark against his paling skin, and for the first time, he looked... mortal. Not the unbreakable alpha who'd shap
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