Presumed Dead, Now Queen:Alpha Arineth’s Vengeful mate
As soon as I felt my fur gleaming, I knew the full moon had risen.
“Let’s make this night ours,” I whispered, a grin spreading across my face. The plan was to meet Arineth in the forest, to steal a moment of passion under the moon’s gaze, to revel in the love that bound us despite the divide between our worlds.
I needed this moment, so as soon as I saw my fur glowing, I knew the time had come. “Come on, Lyrielle, you’ve got this,” I murmured, sinking into the shift. I focused, muttering a few words in the ancient wolf tongue, “Lupara transita,” which meant Transformation. My silver fur receded, replaced by smooth human-like skin, and my long silver hair shifted to short, fiery red curls. “Pe
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