Beauty and the Alpha Beast
It’s another thing I can’t possibly find the words to explain, but I feel like I’m being tugged toward the door, like whatever’s throwing me a lifeline in this storm wants–no, needs–me to see what’s on the other side.
“I’m growing tired of this,” I whisper to the magic all around me, taking a shuddering breath. “I just want out, okay? I want to go home.” I curl my arms around my stomach and take several steps in the door’s direction before hesitating. I can see the details of the portal to who-knows-where from this distance. It’s an unusual shape–an arch, with a sharp, angled tip where a crest is engraved in onyx. A dragon curls around itself, eating its own tail. The moon cycle surrounds th
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