The Alpha’s Claim
They had won, but the cost was etched into the very masonry of the manor, in the way the younger wolves looked at them with a mixture of reverence and absolute terror.
Inside the sanctuary of their private wing, the room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a dying fire. The scent of cedar and rain—Roman’s scent—wrapped around Ellie like a shroud. She stood in the center of the room, her hands trembling. The reality of the Glass City, the sight of her father’s soul flickering out like a spent candle, and the sheer weight of the magic she had wielded finally came crashing down. Roman moved behind her, his large frame a solid wall that blocked out the rest of the world. He didn't speak; he di
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