Claimed by the Untamed Alpha
Its flickering dance reminded her of something, of eyes watching from trees, of a smile in the dark, of a prophecy she didn’t understand and a war she hadn’t chosen.
A soft rustle outside made her tense.
But it was only Corin.
He stepped inside with two tin cups.
“Figured you could use a distraction,” he said.
She smiled, the weight of the day pressing into her shoulders.
They sat in silence.
But his presence was comfort.
Not love.
Not fire.
Just peace.
And maybe for tonight that was enough.
At dawn, before the Council could meet, Rogan was gone.
Vanished without a trace.
And in the dirt outside the ring where she trained, someone had carved a symbol.
Bab Populer