Alpha Rain stood by the window of his hotel room, the city lights flickering outside. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the glass. Rain’s thoughts were far from the bustling city below. He had been dreaming again, the same dream that had haunted him for weeks.In the dream, he saw Melissa in a moonlit forest, surrounded by two werewolf pups who looked identical. They played with her, their small bodies tumbling in joyous abandon. Then the witches appeared, shrouded in hooded robes, their eyes hidden but their malevolence palpable. Rain had felt a surge of protectiveness, a primal instinct to defend Melissa and the pups.And then he was there, a massive black wolf with bright red eyes, charging at the witches, fighting them off with all his might. When he turned to
