The Ruthless Alpha's Dangerous Omega
It's the same silver fur I’ve always known, but now I catch streaks of gold in it.
My paws are silent as I step forward, my heartbeat steady, and I let Nyra lead.
The world tilts and falls away as we run through the forest. Everything becomes a blur: the roots, the shadows, and the starlight flashing through the branches. I move faster, my body moving over the earth in a smooth, effortless rhythm. The wind rushes back, combing through my fur and carrying pieces of my fear away. I leap over a fallen trunk and land lightly on my paws, coming to a halt.