Claimed by My Fiance’s Savage Alpha Uncle
The Grail hummed as I approached, its light growing brighter, warmer, wrapping around me like an embrace.
I reached out. Touched it.
The power flooded through me—calm, steady, nourishing. The exhaustion I'd carried for weeks, the restlessness, the fear—it all melted away. My wounds tingled, knitting together. My mind cleared.
I understood, finally, what the Grail was.
Not just a weapon. Not just a relic.
It was life. Hope. A future.
It could nourish the pack's bloodline, strengthen our defenses, heal the sick, protect the weak. It could bring new life to my people—the ones I'd saved, the ones I'd lost, the ones still fighting.
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