The Alpha's rejected mate
He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain.
"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm.
"Fine. Don't fall."
The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving.
I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.
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