Alpha's Cursed Bride
But I felt something else too—the earth beneath my feet, alive and healed, the wind carrying the scent of home, the distant laughter of my children.
I stepped forward, the warmth in my chest steady, not flaring but calm, like a hearth fire.
“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice clear, carrying over the valley. “Light doesn’t need shadow to exist. It just needs to burn.”
I raised my hands, and the light answered—not a blaze, but a steady, endless glow, the same light that had healed Ironclaw, stopped the rogues, sealed the veil. It poured from me, soft but unrelenting, wrapping around the Last and her followers.
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