Sara and the Conqueror
I was the Alpha Conqueror, a man who had brought empires to their knees, yet I was standing in a room full of broken things, unable to protect the one person who mattered.
Who could have done this? Was it a remnant of the old wars? A rival pack looking for leverage? Or was it something more personal? Without my witnesses, I was chasing ghosts. The trail was cold, the scent was gone, and Sara—my Sara—was in the hands of monsters.
The silence of the room was deafening. I looked at the bed where I had promised she would be safe, and a low, guttural growl began to build in my chest, growing louder until it became a roar that shook the very foundations of the building.