Alpha Ethan
I cannot quite tell his age, but I’d wager he is around thirty.
He commands all the attention in the room, and as he strides toward us, the Wolves drop to one knee.
As he gets closer, and my pulse races faster, I notice that his kilt is predominantly red, like Ethan’s, but it’s a different pattern. It seems to contain the colors of all the clans.
He walks up the steps of the platform, his boots thudding and shaking the wood. The alphas all dip their heads deferentially, Ethan included.
I, however, cannot stop staring.
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