THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE
His eyes gleamed silver, sharp and inhuman, fixed on me with a hunger that chilled me more than any flame could warm.
“You’ve awakened it,” he said, his voice echoing like stone splitting under pressure. “The First Flame walks again, and with it, the end of balance.” Angela hissed under her breath, naming him Thorne, the mysterious guardian we had only heard whispers of. Yet his gaze never left me, and I felt the pendant burn hotter under his scrutiny, as if reacting to his presence.
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