The Alpha’s Claiming Bite
Wolves fanned out around us, teeth bared, bodies coiled for attack.
I dodged another strike, rolling low, hands connecting with a rogue’s chest, sending it stumbling into a tree. Pain lanced through my shoulder from the scrape, but adrenaline and the fire of the bond overrode it. I could anticipate movement, feel the weight and intent behind every leap, every strike, every growl.
The rival alpha revealed himself at last—larger than the others, a shadow with eyes like molten steel, aura sharp, predatory, dangerous. He moved with deliberate precision, testing reactions, gauging the strength of our bond.
Bab Populer