Alpha Gali Blackmoor“You will not leave this room, Malek,” I growl, blocking the wooden door with my heavy armor and stopping his only exit.My son realizes his small body is completely trapped, and his inner wolf grows even more irate. He begins to hurl every single object around the Silverclaw Chamber with total, reckless abandon. The shiny silver ornaments, the heavy fur comforters, the soft wool pillows from his cot, the brass sun-dial from the table, his winter clothes from the wooden chest, and even the clay bowl of meat-spaghetti my hands had just brought for his teeth. Anything that his small paws can throw is thrown, and anything that can be smashed is smashed to bits on the stone floor.Unsatisfied with all this giant destruction, Malek grabs a sharp bone fork from the floor and jabs the point straight toward his own tiny wrist.My inner wolf is completely scared, and I lunge forward with all my might to embrace his thrashing frame. “Malek!”He fights back wildly, desperate
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