The Silver Alpha
My wolf, growled low, his instincts rising to challenge the dominance pressing over us.
Then the great black convoy broke through the mist. Horses cloaked in dark armor. Wolves, massive ones, flanked the carriages on either side. And at the center of it all, King Zed rode atop his obsidian wolf, his silver crown gleaming against his dark hair. His eyes, sharp, almost metallic green, swept over the gathered Alphas.
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