The Accused Mate
Something was coming.
"We should leave," Luther whispered.
Too late. A figure emerged at the edge of the clearing—a woman in a black cloak, her face hidden in shadow. Only her eyes were visible, glowing like amber in darkness.
"Alpha Charles Winters," she said, her voice like honey over grit. "I've been looking for you."
Every sense told me to run, but I stood my ground. "Who are you?"
"The humans once called me goddess, then witch, then monster." She stepped closer, and the grass wilted beneath her feet. "Your kind knows me as The Mother."
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