Mated to the Alpha CEO
The warriors moved like shadows, freeing caged wolves and herding the humans toward the border.
But one hunter stood his ground.
He was older than the others, his face scarred, his eyes cold. He raised a silver-tipped crossbow and aimed at Clara.
"Hidden Luna," he spat. "I've been hunting your kind for thirty years."
"Then you know you can't win."
"I don't need to win. I just need to slow you down."
He fired.
Kael lunged, pushing Clara aside. The bolt struck his shoulder, burying deep. He cried out and collapsed.