Abused Luna Mature Alpha
Liam, the youngest at 10, had an almost childlike excitement in his wide eyes, his face still carrying the softness of youth, marred by a scar on his cheek.
Together, the young werewolves were a picture of excitement and anticipation. Their eagerness to welcome Avla was palatable. Their lively energy filled the air as they waited to meet her, and it was clear they were much more animated than their controlled and reserved Alpha, Gideon.
"These are my wards," Gideon introduced, pride resonating in his voice. He gestured to the four young werewolves who had been eagerly watching their arrival.
Marcus, the first introduced, stood tall and strong, a determined glint in his eye. "I suppose you're
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