The Wolf King's Secret Son
The climb up the mountain was brutal; every step felt heavier than the last, but we pushed on, driven by the fear that we might already be too late.
When we finally reached the summit, the sight that met us was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Alpha Johnson’s massive form was tearing apart, the energy from the stones overwhelming him. His body exploded in a brilliant, violent flash of light, and for a moment, everything went dark.
Then, as the dust settled and the sky became clearer, I saw him—Arthur—lying motionless on the ground. My heart lurched in my chest, and I shifted back to my human form, sprinting toward him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
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