Run, Little Heir
Kael's arm instantly extended to grip my upper arm, steadying my frame as I rocked back on my heels from the impact.
"My stability metrics are fully functional without assistance, Supreme Alpha," I snapped coldly before his palm could make full contact with my skin, my inner wolf snarling at the low amusement rippling through the observing onlookers. I could distinctly isolate Helena Frostclaw’s voice transmitting a sharp, mocking observation to her packmates.
"Please redirect your attention to the Alphal, he appears to be registering a severe pain spike."
The ancient Alphal, despite his advanced cycles, had purged none of the brutal, high-decibel battlefield curses from his maritime enforce
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