The Alpha Who Forgot Me
Her eyes weren't their normal blue; they glowed with a faint, unnatural purple light—the sign of Morana’s magic coursing through her.
She raised a hand, her fingers playing with a small, silver communicator.
Even from this height, over the wind and the fading sirens, her voice carried. It was amplified by magic, echoing in my mind as clearly as if she were standing right next to me, whispering in my ear.
"I told you, Nash," she said, her voice sweet and venomous, dripping with satisfaction. "You can't run."
She took a step forward, her smile widening, revealing teeth that looked too sharp.
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