Alpha’s Claimed Mate.
She skidded to a halt in a clearing, chest heaving, palms burning with magic.
She turned.
Waited.
They came—seven werewolves, eyes glowing, teeth bared.
And behind them—
**AIDEN.**
Calm. Always calm. Watching.
Akira raised both hands. Her eyes, once soft and quiet, now glowed like stormlight. Ancient words left her lips—old and sharp and full of memory.
The earth trembled.
The trees shivered.
**FLAMES ERUPTED.**
Blue fire—cold and furious—shot from her fingertips, circling her like a storm. Two wolves lunged. She dropped low, slammed her hand into the ground.