Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate
It’s brittle, almost like dried branches snapping underfoot, but the sound feels heavier than that.
I stop, narrowing my eyes even though I can’t see much in this darkness. I crouch down, running my hand along the ground. The surface isn’t smooth like rock... it’s uneven, rough, and...
Bones.
My fingers brush over one, small and light, too small to belong to any animal I can think of. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands, feeling its shape.
My jaw tightens, and rage consumes every cell of my body as the realization sinks in.
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