Scarlett (Second Edition)
The first had dark hair, almost black, his intense gaze piercing as he assessed me.
The second was a dirty blonde, his face cold and unreadable, giving nothing away. The third was striking, with silver hair that seemed to catch and reflect the light, lending him an almost ethereal quality. All three were young, yet they moved with a self-assuredness that told me they were no ordinary Alphas. They were Valkin Alphas like my father, their very presence commanding respect, exuding a strength that was terrifyingly familiar.