THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]
His molten gold eyes were wide, burning with a frantic, possessive madness as they locked onto the silver-eyed girl standing in the center of the light.
But he wasn't the only one moving.
From the dark, shadowed canopy of the western tree line, a massive, magnificent silver-gray wolf burst onto the plateau. The beast didn't look like any ordinary pack wolf; its aura was ancient, heavy, and carried the forbidden, lethal scent of the primordial bloodlines. As it hit the white sand, the wolf shifted in a seamless, terrifying blur of motion, turning back into the tall, slate-gray cloaked figure of Lysander Caelum Ravenhart.