Torn Between Alphas
A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire.
Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—”
“The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.”
Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.”
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The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.
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