Beauty and the Alpha Beast
I exhale, letting the sharp edge of adrenaline fade as the light grows stronger around us.
I shift back when the sun climbs higher, my fur retreating into skin, my breath evening out as I dress quickly in the women’s barracks set near the ring.
By the time I stride into the Council chamber, the scent of spring clings to me: flowers, sun-warmed stone, the faint salt of sweat and earth. The room is already alive with murmurs as the three Alphas take their seats in a semicircle at the head of the chamber: Alpha Lucian of Virechant, Alpha Theron of Lunemar, and Alpha Damien of Ombrelac. Nearby, Lazlo stands tall and stoic, his presence grounding. Beside him, Luna Merelle, his mother and a pillar
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