The Wolf King's Secret Son
He flinched as he met my gaze, but he held his ground.
I asked, “Where is my daughter?”
My voice was cold and hard, echoing through the mine. The power in my voice seemed to shake the very walls around us, and I saw the warrior tremble.
He hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes.
He finally confessed, “They’re on their way to the mountain. To complete the ritual to make Alpha Johnson powerful.”
A red haze clouded my vision, and I felt the fury boil over. Without thinking, I moved swiftly, my hand closing around his throat. The warrior’s eyes widened in shock as I squeezed, my grip unrelenting.
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