The First of Her Kind
Darius’s urgent voice cut through the moment, causing both Amani and Malakai to snap their attention toward him.
His face was ashen, words caught in his throat. Amani’s heart raced as she sprinted toward the tent, Malakai close on her heels. The scene that greeted her made her blood run cold. Terrence, shackled to the post, had somehow strangled himself with the very chains that bound him. Archer knelt beside him, two fingers pressed to the man’s neck, checking for any sign of life. With a heavy heart, he looked up at the two Alphas.
“He’s dead.”
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