Fated Tragedy
He tore into the attackers, his strength unmatched, his fury spilling like fire across the battlefield.
Lyra stayed glued to my side, her posture rigid, sensors glowing as she scanned every movement. Her growl echoed like a metallic hum, promising she would rip apart anything that came close to me.
And then—I saw it.
Another wolf. Identical to Alek.
It lunged at the same warriors Alek was already tearing down, matching his movements so closely it was like watching a reflection step out of the glass and into blood. My heart stopped cold in my chest.
The girl—the so-called omega spy—lay crumpled on the ground, her body unmoving, clearly unconscious. My instincts screamed at me to reach her, to