Claimed By The Enemy Alpha
I pressed myself behind a supply cart and looked around the edge of it.
He was standing with his back half-turned to me, talking to two men who nodded like their lives depended on getting it right. And maybe they did. He was taller than I'd pictured, broad through the shoulders, wearing a dark tunic with no armour. Confident enough not to need it inside his own camp, apparently.
Alpha Asher.
The Red Beast himself.
My heart did something strange. Not fear exactly. Something more complicated that I didn't have the time to examine.
I pulled out my bow slowly, careful not to make a sound, and nocked an arrow. My breathing steadied on its own. This was the part where my body always calmed down, l
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