Against All Odds
His silver crown dimmed, the thorns curling inward like dead vines.
"You traitorous wretch," he spat. "You were forged to kneel."
Princess Zeina approached him alone, her feet kissing cracked stone, her aura a tempest. "You forged chains," she said, quiet now, almost mournful. "But I was born of fire, I am the sister of the Alpha King and the former Alpha of the West!"
Donna and Kael stood behind her, silent as sentinels. I stepped beside them, watching Alpha Robert's wolves melt into the mist, their retreat no longer a strategy but a rout.
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