When The Moon Hides Her Crown
I murmured, smiling coldly, “but you’ve made things… difficult. You have to die now.”
A chill rippled through the Alphas.
Reed staggered up, black fur bristling like a storm cloud, breath ragged and wet. His eyes weren’t furious anymore—they were unhinged.
Cassius lunged forward. “REED, STOP! NO!” But he was too late.
Reed charged again, paws gouging trenches in the dirt. This wasn’t a fight anymore—it was an execution attempt.
His paws pounded the earth, claws digging trenches as he lunged again. This time faster, heavier, determined to crush me beneath his weight.