Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
My wolf paces anxiously beneath my skin, scanning the darkness, the trees, the water around us.
Nothing.
Minutes pass. The forest is silent except for the gentle lap of water against our bodies, the distant call of night birds. The moon hangs above us in the sky.
Still nothing.
Suddenly, my wolf goes rigid. Magic.
The sensation crawls across my skin like spider legs, making every hair on my body stand on end. It’s wrong—twisted, unnatural, making my wolf snarl with instinctive revulsion.
And then, I see it.
A red mist, barely visible at first, seeping between the trees like blood diffusing through water. It moves with purpose, flowing down toward the lake, toward us, growing thicker with eac