The Alpha King's Breeder
I’m wearing boxers and nothing else, and I’m still covered in grime and dust.
How am I here?
I look down at my bloody hands, blood that isn’t mine. Blood that belongs to a man I can no longer call the Grand Wizard because he’s dead, which makes me…
Fallon is sitting on the storm-swept beach watching the sunset. Her hair lifts off her shoulders in a calm, warm summer breeze that’s not my doing. The air feels lighter somehow. The clouds drift high overhead, revealing the first stars blinking into existence against a pale periwinkle sky. The sun drops below the horizon, casting its final rays in shades of crimson.
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