Mated to the Alpha CEO
The Blight’s touch was clean in its destruction.
A young Nightclaw scout named Thane paused beside the body, ears flicking. “It’s like it was hollowed out by the cold,” he said.
“Keep moving,” Kael ordered before Lira could speak. She let him have the command. Small gestures of authority among the Alphas kept the alliance from crumbling. Kael needed to feel useful; the others needed to see him follow her.
They made camp that night in the lee of a collapsed stone structure that might once have been a watchtower. The stones were black with age, and faint runes crawled over their surface — symbols that even Ronan, when the cart stopped and Aria helped him raise his head, could not read.