Chosen By Four Alphas
The world tilted dangerously, but I caught myself against the battlement, my fingers digging into the rough stone before Ronan’d thick hand circled my arm.
“Come on, Your Highness…I’ve got you,”
Above us, Caius was a streak of gold against the smoke-choked sky.
He moved like he was born to fly, all reckless grace and sharp edges as he danced around the walls, crashing and leaping and leaping and getting beat back down by Selene’s unrelenting magic.
It had been hours now, surely she must be tiring of this war herself?
I saw the moment Caius spotted Selene again- his body tensed mid-air, then he was diving for her, fangs bared in a snarl that promised pain.
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