Meet my Overprotective Brothers
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in her chest from drowning out the conversation.
The atmosphere was suffocating. Every time Elara moved, the violet lattice of veins on her neck flared, casting a rhythmic, ghostly light onto the faces of the Alphas.
“The scouts from the Mist-Runner pack have confirmed it,” Vance said, slamming a fist onto the table. “Sixteen dreadnoughts. Gold sails. The Southern Armada isn't coming to offer aid, Elara. They’re carrying enough shadow-glass cannons to level what’s left of the Citadel from five miles out.”