Luna Wicken
The power he commanded was immense, but he underestimated the power I drew from my emotions.
Our struggle was a brutal dance, a clash of wills that reverberated across the battlefield. Wolves fought bravely around us, reflections of their alpha’s determination bolstered by the desperate strength that drove me forward. They, too, drew from the same well of courage we shared, each life linked to another, forming an unbreakable chain.
As our duel continued, Neve’s control slipped, the darkness within him mirroring my own resolve. I pinned him to the ground, a feral snarl weaving through my satisfaction. Claws struck out, seeking a finality that had eluded us for too long.
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