Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna
Not painful, just strange, like my blood had started flowing in another way.
When she opened her eyes, they were steady on mine. “Good,” she murmured. “You’re doing perfectly.”
I tried to ask what it meant, but her hands were still around mine, and her touch was warm enough to keep the question trapped in my throat.
Later that night, I dreamed.
The first dream came quiet, just the woods outside the pack house, the trees bending low like they were whispering secrets.
Then, the world caught fire. Not wild fire, but something controlled, moving in patterns, like it knew exactly where it wanted to go.
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