The Alpha’s Moonbreather
She straightened, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on the monster across from her.
Becky no longer resembled anything that had once sat on Archview’s throne.
Her body was massive now, warped and uneven, fur matted with blood and ash. Her claws gouged trenches into the stone with every movement. Dark energy bled from the cracks in her form, pulsing in sick, erratic waves. Her eyes burned like coals dragged from a dying fire.
Around them, soldiers stood frozen, torn between terror and awe.
“Kai,” Luka’s voice would have said if he were alive.
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