Alpha Atlas
His eyes held relief, but they were also grave; weighted because he knew what I refused to say, that we were losing this battle.
"Took you guys long enough." He grunted; his words rushed as carnage ensued around us. He had a vice grip on my arms, pulling me to his chest for an embrace that was all too short. The scent of fresh snow, drops of blood bright against the pure color; mixed with the sweat and masculine scent of Atlas in battle. It was both terrifying and intoxicating. "We need help, kitten. We're not going to make it through this without it."
Nicki and Tyra had joined the fray, darting between houses in their wolf forms as they spewed fire and earth, threads of emerald and crimson,
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