Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas
Broken stone and splintered wood litter the ground, and in the center of it all, two wolves are circling one another with lethal focus.
Vane’s wolf is massive in the moonlight, his coat sleek and black, his movements calculated and deadly. Across from him, her fur pale and streaked with blood, is Lyra. Her wolf is faster, smaller, built for deception and speed rather than brute force. But she isn’t running. She’s fighting, lips pulled back in a snarl, her ears flat against her skull as she lunges again and again with wild, reckless strikes.
Veyra gasps beside me, stumbling forward a step before Maddox grabs her arm and pulls her back. She looks between the two wolves, and her voice is barely