Queen of Wolves
Opposite him stood Alpha Ryder.
But he wasn’t the same man anymore. Dark power wrapped around him like living armor, crawling across his skin in shifting patterns, healing injuries the moment they formed, erasing damage before it could matter.
Every time Dalton struck him, Ryder would stagger only briefly before his body corrected itself again like reality itself refused to let him stay broken.
Dalton’s jaw tightened hard. “This is getting worse,” he muttered under his breath.
Ryder smirked, rolling his shoulder as a wound sealed instantly. “You’re strong, King,” he said mockingly. “But strength without evolution is just delay.”
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