NoahSlowly, but surely, an image of Bryce starts to form. I can see him like a living nightmare, standing in a room that looks like it crawled out of the middle ages. He’s grinning at himself in the mirror, blonde hair tied back, cold blue eyes sparking in the gloom, blood dripping down his chin.The first thing I notice is his aura. Most Alphas burn blue-silver like the moon, but Bryce’s is crimson, with black, pulsating veins running through it. The power he thinks he wields is already corrupting him, rotting him from the inside.I float over to stand behind him, a mere ghost.He wipes his mouth with a cloth, throws it on the bed, then smoothes out his carefully tailored suit, and with a straight back leaves the sanctuary of his bedroom.The pack house feels like death. It was never a beautiful place, but the laughter of children and love filled these halls once upon a time. Now it’s grey, dull, devoid of any joy. Bryce snaps his fingers at someone. “Come,” he orders.A she-wolf,
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