The Alpha's Crown
He gave a single, sharp bark in the wolf’s direction, almost as though confirming my thoughts.
I glanced up, my chest tightening, and my breath caught in my throat. The wolf was stirring again, muscles coiling beneath the dark fur like a spring ready to snap. His movements were more violent this time, a twitch of limbs, a flick of his tail, subtle shifts that made the blankets rustle ominously. A low growl rolled from his chest, guttural and strange. It wasn’t a normal sound. Not entirely. Not just a growl. It carried an unfamiliar cadence, an edge of awareness I couldn’t place.
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