Forsaken Omega
Writerthe altar where i left my alphamarked by the alpha who ruined memarked by scars, claimed by the lycanthe abandoned heiress, alpha's beloved
Power rolled from him in waves.
Beautiful and terrifying at same time
The true monster had stepped out of the man.
Kellan shifted beside me, silver-brown, loyal instinct battling something human in his stare. He looked at me once-as if to memorize my face-before throwing himself into the battle
The old woman seized my wrist.
“Come, child. Not here.”
She dragged me behind a toppled pillar while the world became teeth and thunder, in the dark night.
Banners ripped, tables overturned - wolves collided like living weapons. I smelled wet stone, blood, fear, and roses crushed beneath sharp claws.