Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha
Akira stepped out from the trees behind us, barefoot, hair tangled with pine needles, her tiny hands clutching the silver amulet I gave her.
She looked straight at me. “You need to see what I saw.”
And before I could question her, her hand reached out—touching mine.
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The world melted.
Flashes of fire. Screams. A temple torn from the sky. A woman with silver eyes weeping into a lake of stars. A wolf with golden fur torn open by chains of flame. Children crying in cages. A throne of bones.
And then—me.
Not the me I was now, but another. Taller. Wilder. Covered in war paint, eyes glowing silver, holding a blood-stained crescent blade. Behind me, legions of werewolves knelt in silence. Before
Bab Populer