The Alpha's Fated Kiss
Through the pain, through the blood, he’d smiled, holding the Heartstone aloft like a dark sacrament.
Lila’s team had opened fire, muzzles flashing in the gray light, but the bullets had stopped, hanging in the air like frozen raindrops, inches from his chest. The stone had flared, drawing the flames inward, feeding on them until the glow became a void, a black hole that swallowed the light around it. His voice had cut through the roar, not shouted, but inside me, a whisper that bypassed my ears and burrowed straight into my skull:
“Phase Three begins at dusk.”
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