Beauty and the Alpha Beast
On the full moon, a month after my birthday, I shift for the first time.
I’m golden, just like my mother was.
Light pours from my fur, illuminating the smoke, cutting through the haze of green and black.
Morgathra, fighting her last stand as her curse shatters around her, sends her magic toward me in a beam of green, dark power.
I race into it, splitting it into pieces, my golden light cutting through her power like butter.
I don’t think. I don’t feel. I just act, my paws pounding the ground as I race toward my mate, my power leaving a trail of gold in my wake that soaks into the ground, fanning out across the plains.
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