Her Alpha's Secret
I can feel the power in their steps, the urgency in their movements.
The path ahead is dark, but we have the scent of the Wendigos to guide us.
They won’t escape.
Not while I’m Alpha.
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Alex
The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh, the stench of decay, and the metallic scent of the witches' blood. Through the trees, I see the women, their hands are raised, their faces contorted in concentration, but it’s clear they’re fighting a losing battle.
Thirteen witches, different forms of magic crackling around them, battling the Wendigos in a desperate fight. Fire, water, wind, earth — each witch wields strong power, but their faces are pale with exhaustion.
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