Torn Between Alphas
There was Velnair, its gates looming ahead — not opened, not chained, but watching.
The heat curled under Serena’s ribs as she neared. The flame hovering near her shoulder pulsed brighter, as if it, too, remembered this city. Lucian walked next to her, quiet and close. His eyes scanned the towers. Elias trailed, fingers drumming the hilt of his crossbow.
It was the pack too, heads high, steps steady. They were no longer survivors . They were Lightwalkers now — keepers of the old truths, and the courage to proclaim them.
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