Remove Alpha Mark, Get New Life
Ignoring the filth, he reached into the pile of ash, still warm with residual magic, and dug frantically.
His claws were stained black with charcoal, his nail beds filled with soot.
Finally, he dug out a corner of a fragment that hadn't completely burned.
It was the corner of a yellowed parchment. It showed only half of his young profile—back when he had just presented as an Alpha. His eyes were clear, looking at someone outside the frame.
There was also half a page of a charred vow. The handwriting was blurred by fire, but the last sentence was faintly legible: