Alpha Orion
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The ghosts of the past screamed in his veins: Lyra's death, the war, the betrayal and Rey.
Rey.
The ache of her absence cut deeper than any blade. The bond that had once burnt bright now pulsed dull and hollow through his blood—not broken, but fading. He hated himself for it. For what he'd done to her. For driving her so far, she'd rather face death than him.
That pain, that gnawing guilt, became his weapon.
He lunged again, jaws clamping down around Iver's throat. The brown wolf thrashed wildly, claws carving through snow and air, but it was too late. Orion's growl deepened into something final, a low, vibrating rumble that echoed with primal authority.