The Alpha’s Unbroken Mate
But beyond that, deeper still, something else pulsed something older, buried in my blood.
I laid both hands on the Focus.
The runes ignited.
Heat roared up my arms, my throat, my eyes. I gasped, arching, as fire not black, not gold, but both coiled from my palms and formed a ring around me. Images flashed: wolves with wings of flame, forests burning and regrowing in an instant, doors between worlds swinging open and shut. Harbingers, whole and bright, walking where shadow feared to tread.
I saw myself among them.
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