Rhys’s POVI stood rigid in the valley center, my eyes locked on the spot where the woman and her six shadows had vanished into the treeline. I did not move until the air settled, but the residual cold, unnatural scent lingered—a sharp, stinging blend of raw Alpha power and some inexplicable lunar residue.A destructive rage boiled in my chest. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in two years: the humiliation of having my absolute power questioned by a threat I could not instantly eradicate."Elara."I whispered the name, my voice raw, carrying a distorted, sick familiarity. I stared at the spot where she had stood, visualizing the face hidden beneath the mask.Her build, her frame, the fierce severity visible around the eyes—she was unnervingly similar to the female I had once chosen to Mate. The same stature, the same carriage. But that Elara was weak, easily broken, her bloodline barren of a wolf. This one radiated raw, ancient Dynasty dominance, confirmed by the impossible force that
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