The Silver Alpha
Everyone admired their beauty.
I dared a glance at him then, Alpha Archer, standing at the top of the steps between his parents. Cloaked in black and silver, he was everything the council wanted him to be, strong, proud, and unyielding. But his jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed with a storm hidden just beneath the surface.
I felt it in my bones, though I couldn't explain why. The tension in him, the restless energy of a wolf that is caged.
Carla nudged me as we stepped forward to pour wine into crystal goblets for the visitors, her whisper almost a breath:
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