The Alpha king and the Hunt
Even from a distance, I could feel the weight of their magic, ancient and poisonous.
They raised a hand, and the ground beneath the clearing cracked open with a roar.
Aria stumbled, gripping my arm as a wave of dark power surged outward.
I caught her, holding her tight against me as the air filled with ash and screams. Her flames flickered, dying under the force of that magic. My wolf growled deep in my chest, protective, furious.
When the smoke cleared, half the courtyard was gone — nothing but ruin and bodies.
The figure in the distance lowered their hand slowly. “This kingdom will burn,” a voice hissed across the field, carried by the wind. “And the moon’s chosen will fall.”
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