Claimed by the Enemy Alpha
And the day he stopped trusting anything with a name like destiny.
“Summit’s in two nights,” Darrow said, pulling out a scroll and handing it over. “Frostclaw’s comin’. They’re sending their Gammas. Maybe even their Alpha, if the bastard’s brave enough.”
Ronan unrolled the parchment, eyes flicking over names, schedules, border coordinates. Standard crap.
Still, his pulse ticked faster.
“She’s gonna be there,” he said under his breath.
Darrow raised a brow. “Who?”
He didn’t reply. Just turned and walked toward the inner sanctum, where their pack seal flickered in silver-blue fire across the stone wall.
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