Alpha or Lycan : Otsana's Dilemma
I was about to deliver the final blow when a small, slender wolf jumped between us, her fur a dark, shimmering grey.
“Stop!” she cried, her voice trembling yet firm, her eyes pleading with me. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore.”
My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was Otsana, standing between us, her gaze locked onto mine, full of fear and determination.
I froze, my body trembling with rage and confusion, the primal instinct to finish Ralph clawing at me from within.
“Otsana, move,” I growled, my voice low and menacing, my chest heaving with each breath. “He’s not worthy of your love.”
Bab Populer