The Alpha's Crown
Then, slowly, he tilted his head, the motion deliberate, and his eyes burning with the fire of centuries of restraint met mine.
"From a blade forged not by mortal hands," he said, low and slow, each word a growl that vibrated through the room. "Silver."
The word hung between us, sharp and metallic, more venom than sound.
"They tried to end me," he continued, his voice hushed now, yet threaded with something harder, darker, a fire tempered by time. "And they failed. But the wound... it never fades. It burns, even now."
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