The Blind Alpha
It had been too long since I had last felt the exhilarating rush of battle, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like wildfire.
"Beta Williams," I called out, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions raging within me. "It's time to begin."
Williams stepped forward, his presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of uncertainty that threatened to engulf me. "Yes, my Lord," he replied, his tone respectful yet tinged with an undercurrent of determination.
We circled each other warily, the tension palpable in the air as we prepared to engage in combat. Williams was a formidable opponent, his skill matched only by his unwavering loyalty to me and the pack.
Bab Populer