The Alpha's Stolen Luna
Each warrior carried a massive, military-grade spell-bow, their silver-tipped arrows glowing with a sickening, bright purple light, concentrated, high-density silver-blocker, designed to paralyze even a Lycan in seconds.
And every single one of those twelve bowstrings was drawn taut, their glowing arrows aimed not at my chest... but directly at Rhea, who was lying helpless on the floor below them.
"STEP B
ACK, ALPHA JAXON!"