The Weight of Frost
From the shadows of the tree line directly behind the barricade, Zyan stepped into the light.
The Frost Alpha wasn't wearing ceremonial armor or the heavy, intricate furs of his office. He wasn't made up to show his postion at the festivalH. He was dressed simply in dark, functional leathers, yet the sheer, suffocating wall of Alpha dominance that rolled off him was enough to make the air itself feel heavy. His striking green eyes bypassed Julia entirely, pinning Stephen to the spot with a look that promised absolute ruin if the disgraced Gamma stepped out of line.
Stephen didn't hesitate. He immediately dropped his gaze, bowing his head in complete, unquestioning submission as the most powe
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