Scarred by fate
different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max.
When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.
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