My Enemy, My Mate
Ava dropped to her knees, hands trembling as her jaw snapped forward.
Thick brown fur, laced with black stripes, sprouted down her arms as her spine curved, reforming itself.
They shifted fully within moments, breathing heavily as smaller wolves stood before me. Marci, sleek and shadow-dark. Ava, brown with dark, tribal-like stripes across her flanks.
And both bowed their heads to me.
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat clenched as I watched them crouch in submission, acknowledging my rank as Alpha.
But then Juliet cried out. “Wait!” She rushed toward Emmeline’s body, fingers pressed against her throat.
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