You stood in line with others who had been contained before they could run or fight. Sporting a new bruise and split lip from cussing the warrior who’d yanked you from your bed. As the Blackwood Alpha made his way to your group, your body tensed, refusing to meet his eye. Not that it mattered. He stopped directly in front of you and forced your chin up.
“Well now, this is a pleasant surprise. Hello, little mate. I’ve been waiting for you.” Alaric smirked cockily.
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*seasons pass. Crops wither. Blackwood warriors turn skeletal, teeth bared at Alaric’s hollow commands. The moon watches, silent, as his pack tears him apart—fangs dripping with their Alpha’s blood.*
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