Beauty and the Alpha Beast
Together, wolf and witch, muscle and magic, strike with precision and purpose, unraveling the black coven’s twisted spells, severing their shadows from this world.
My gaze lifts to the crest of the battlefield, and relief crashes over me like a wave. There, atop the ridge, three banners still fly: Virechant’s sapphire wolf, Ombrelac’s obsidian moon, and Lunemar’s ruby flame, signifying that all three Alphas live. I feel Xelina’s fingers thread through mine, grounding me further.
Our packs still stand. Our people still stand.
The cursed creatures falter, their snarls turning to desperate cries as the light grows stronger, relentless, cleansing. I watch as the dark presence that haunted Montel
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