Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
“What’s this spirit? Why my blood?”
She waves a hand, and a vision hits—Raven’s Peak in flames, wolves and humans slaughtering each other, the spirit free, a shadow tearing the world apart. Cities burn, nations fall, coexistence shattered. Tears spill down my cheeks, my chest tight. “This… this is the future?”
“If the vault opens,” Akira says. “The spirit feeds on blood—yours or Rowan’s. Two of the keeper bloodlines cannot live in one generation. It’s the seal’s law.”