I Loved The Wrong Alpha
I yelled, launching myself at the next rogue.
Minutes passed like hours. The forest was alive with the sounds of claws, grunts, and shouts. I worked alongside the other warriors, covering gaps, protecting the injured, and taking down rogues with precision. Torren finally learned to follow Fenrir’s commands after I literally shoved him out of harm’s way once too often.
By the end of the fight, the rogues lay defeated. Many had fled, leaving their wounded behind. The pack warriors gathered together, panting, bruised, but alive. The adrenaline still surged through me, leaving my muscles humming.
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