A Female Alpha’s Revenge
of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies.
The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——"
His words cut short.
Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground.
Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly.
With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.
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