Mated to the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack
"The moment they see our banners, they’ll scatter into the crags, and we’ll be hunting them through the snow for weeks."
"Then we don't send banners," I said, a cold, predatory satisfaction returning to my voice as I looked at the short-handled iron crowbars the omegas were carrying. I looked at Moana, the completed bond between our souls pulsing with a sudden, synchronized rhythm of absolute, unyielding intent. "We send the Alpha, the Beta, and the Luna. We take the head of the pack before they can clear the valley floor."
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