MOONBOUND THE ALPHA'S FLAME
THE HUMAN GIFT
The forest groaned under the weight of the storm. Wind howled through skeletal trees, and rain fell in relentless sheets, soaking cloaks, armor, and skin.
Alpha Xavier moved like a phantom through the woods his eyes glowing faint gold beneath his hood, his presence silent but commanding. Behind him, kemmer, his Beta, and three guards kept pace, blades drawn, senses sharp.
A metallic scent. Sharp. Tangled with smoke and blood.
Xavier lifted a hand. Everyone halted.
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