The Alpha's Defiant Luna
Elara's claws raked across Elena's shoulder, drawing blood.
Elena stumbled backward, pain exploding through her arm. She gritted her teeth, refusing to fall. The tower spun around her, the dark runes on the walls pulsing with malevolent energy. Elara circled her, her cold smile fixed in place.
"You're weaker than I expected," Elara taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "All those stories about the hybrid queen, the White Wolf, the savior of the realm. And yet, here you are, bleeding on my floor."