Alpha and Human Professor
The rogue’s twisted form was barely recognizable, its fur matted with dried blood and its limbs contorted at unnatural angles.
But it wasn’t the body itself that made Ren’s jaw tighten -it was the markings.
The rogue’s torso was scored with deep, deliberate slashes, forming a crude symbol that Ren recognized immediately.
“A crescent moon,” Ren muttered, crouching down for a closer look.
Kael crossed his arms, his mouth set in a thin line. “Not just any crescent moon. It’s the mark of Alaric’s pack.”
Ren’s hands clenched into fists, his wolf growling low in his chest. The mark was unmistakable - a jagged, almost mocking representation of the crescent moon, used by Alaric as a signature for h