The Alpha's Ex Is Back With A Son
What’s he unlocking?
Flashback: Two years ago, Marcus’s safehouse, Crescent City outskirts. The air smelled of pine and gun oil, the walls plastered with maps and silver weapons. Marcus, scarred and grizzled, held up a wolfsbane vial, its glow pulsing like a warning. “This’ll burn a wolf’s skin,” he said, his eyes hard. “But spotting them’s harder. Look for the tells: eyes that glow, senses too sharp, strength they can’t control.” I was sixteen, cocky, thinking I could hunt anything. He’d smirked, handing me a silver blade. “You’ll face one someday, Sasha. Might be someone you trust.” A month later, he was dead, torn apart by Damon’s pack, chasing a glowing artifact tied to some ancient wolf
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