Bonded To The Alpha God of War
It tore from the Crescent Moon fortress like a primal war cry, ripped straight from the throat of the mountain itself, echoing across the valley with raw, terrifying authority.
The sky darkened, shadows coiling.
And then came the storm. Thousands of arrows erupted from the fortress walls in a single, merciless wave… silvered shafts, barbed and glinting with cruel precision. They arced high, a deadly rain suspended for a heartbeat, before crashing back down with murderous intent, slicing through the air, whistling like steel against bone, promising only death.
Ronan’s instincts ignited.
His eyes shot upwards, pupils flaring as the storm of death descended.