THE PROMISED SAVIOUR
Then came Alpha Billam, his white cloak splattered with red, face alight with fury.
But even Thane’s eyes widened at what followed.
Alpha Walter, the brooding, reclusive leader of Waterville—who had refused to join the alliance initially—stepped through the tent, flanked by his second-in-command, blade still dripping. And at his side was the dark-haired, wiry Alpha Renosh of Galenstar, whose cold contempt was now aimed entirely at Justine.
They stood, six Alphas united—bloodied, furious, and vengeful.
Thane exhaled, a ragged sound that was half-relief, half-prayer. “You came…”
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