The Broken Warrior's Daughter
I’m not happy to hear that hunters have been scouting around in the neighboring woods.
As I prepare to shift, I see a very disheveled Alexander walking toward me, stumbling slightly as if he’s drunk. I rush over to him. “Alexander! Are you alright? What happened to you?” His hair is in disarray, his clothes are rumpled, and he has smudges on his face.
He reaches out, grabbing hold of me, looking me in the eye. “Alpha! I think I’m in love!” He tells me before stumbling away.
Fucking sprites.