Alora: My Hybrid Luna
I got one off me, barely, but my strength was slipping, the sounds of the fight distorting into a dull, underwater roar.
Somewhere in the haze, the smell of jaguar was replaced by a familiar scent.
Xavier.
I forced my head up. He was standing over me, in his human form, boots planted in the churned dirt, moonlight catching the cruel curve of his smile.
My blood dripped onto his boots.
“Well,” he said, voice low, almost amused. “The great Alpha Morgan. Brought down to the mud.”
I bared my teeth, but the movement hurt too much to hold.
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