THE LOST ALPHA
“They were silver. Completely silver.”
A warrior swore under his breath.
Dorian’s expression darkened. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
His jaw tightened, his face unreadable.
“What does it mean?” I pressed.
Dorian glanced at the other warriors before motioning for them to clear the room. When we were alone, he leaned in slightly.
“There’s only one kind of werewolf with fully silver eyes,” he said quietly. “A Shadowborn.”
My blood ran cold.
I had heard the stories. Whispers of an ancient bloodline, wolves who weren’t just strong but unnatural. Faster, deadlier. Some said they were created through dark magic. Others that they were cursed.