Mated To The Beastly Alpha
The world around her was bathed in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced across the forest floor.
Slowly, she ventured deeper into the darkness, guided only by the soft glow of the moon above. The weight of the dagger in her cloak served as a tangible reminder of the task that lay before her, a symbol of the sacrifice she was willing to make to protect her pack and those she loved.
The dagger seemed to enhance the powers she possessed, and she allowed it to lead her to Guinevere. She needed to find her before her hibernation was completed.
The night shrouded Marisol as she pressed on, determined, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness of the night. With every passing mome