The Alpha's Dragon
Valia stood framed in the archway, eyes wide but gaze unreadable, the faint arch of her brows the only betrayal.
“Well,” she murmured, dry amusement curling around the word, “seems alliances carry more flavor than soups. A discovery I never sought. Forgive my interruption Alpha”
She offered a shallow bow, then turned to go.
Demisule only smiled, victorious and unbothered.
Ligon stepped back, pushing her away gently but firmly. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he started
Before he could explain, screams tore through the air. Sharp, raw. Painful.
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