The Alpha's Fated Desire
Mace and Felix moved like a wall of fury, fangs bared, claws already stained black.
I forced myself to my feet, staggering to the side as the deltas moved like a pack of reapers. In minutes, both corrupted monsters were nothing more than twitching shadows on the asphalt.
Felix let out a breath and shook off his claws, splattering tar-black goo to the side. “Well, that was new.”
“I had them,” I said, brushing the dirt off my shirt.
“Sure you did, Alpha,” Kael said with a crooked grin.
“You okay?” Ryker asked, wiping his forehead.
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