Blind Female Warrior
Her dark hair clung to her skin, soaked in sweat and rain, and though I couldn’t see her eyes, there was something in the way she moved—like she’d been through hell and made it her training ground.
A growl slipped from my throat, low and involuntary.
MATE, MATE, MY MATE!
“Should we stop her, Alpha?” one of the nearby wolves asked, his stance tense.
“No,” I said coldly, eyes fixed on her. “She’s not finished.”
The wolf hesitated, but my tone left no room for argument. She moved again—fluid, focused. Not a single wasted step. Only someone who had lost everything could fight like that.
Then a voice rang out. “Kaliah—enough!”
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