Witch Among Wolves - The Alpha's Enemy Bride
It almost breaks me, but Rowan’s hand is at my shoulder, Mara’s at my back, Fen’s steady at my side.
When it’s done, Fyre slumps, empty but peaceful for the first time in years.
“Thank you, daughter,” she whispers. “I hope you never need to give it back. But if you do—don’t be afraid.”
I hold her, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve taken on. The pack stares in awe, some in fear. The air is lighter, the ground steady beneath us, the sky suddenly very, very blue.
As twilight falls, I send out a silent call, magic pulsing through the forest. At midnight, the witches come—three, cloaked and sharp-eyed, their steps soundless on the leaf mold. The eldest, her hair silver, examines Fyre wi
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