Alpha’s Moonchild
The coldness was immediate, then a surge of heat, like a wildfire coursing through my veins.
Suddenly, my vision exploded, a torrent of images, voices, and sensations flooding my mind.
I saw her, my mother, standing tall on a windswept cliff, the storm roaring around her. Her eyes blazed with ancient fire, her crown glowing against the thunderclouds.
She raised her hand, commanding the elements and the very souls of the pack, her voice echoing in my bones.
“Blood of Morrien, awaken. Rise with fire beneath ice.”
I gasped, staggering back, breath caught in my throat.
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