Alyssa’s POV
The clearing is tense—like the air itself is holding its breath.
Levi and Mira are both in defensive mode, their weapons drawn, their eyes sharp.
I can feel the fear in the air, but there’s something else too—something deeper. Dread. Confusion. Rage.
“Who the hell are you?” Mira snaps, her voice slicing through the stillness like a blade.
The stranger doesn’t move right away. He just stands there—tall, perfectly still. The first morning light touches his face, catching the golden glow in his eyes. It hits me all at once.
Those eyes.
I’ve seen them before.
That night—when I ran through the woods, tears streaming down my face, my body trembling after Alpha Conan had tried to break me.
I thought I was alone, but there was someone.
I didn’t see his face clearly
