The Alpha's Apocalypse Sweet Queen
"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot."
Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle.
"He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."
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