Broken alpha with his saving grace mate
Our child’s energy pulsed again, stronger this time, tiny but undeniable, reinforcing the pack’s defense, commanding attention.
Damon’s growl joined mine, low and lethal, as he advanced with the pack. Together, we moved as one — Alpha, Luna, newborn, and pack — a seamless unit. Every breath, every step, every heartbeat synchronized, a rhythm impossible to challenge.
The scouts retreated, confusion and awe written across their movements. Viktor would hear of this. He would know that the Blackwoods weren’t just strong — they were untouchable, united, and protected by a force he couldn’t comprehend.
Sikat na Kabanata