I hide in the shadows, my heart pounding as I watch the two alphas stand in the clearing, facing each other. The forest around us is eerily still, as if even nature itself is holding its breath. The tension is palpable, every muscle in my body screaming to either run or step into the middle of it all. But I can’t move. Not yet.
Elias stands tall, his dark eyes narrowed with a coldness that seems to send ripples through the very air between him and Magnus. He doesn't flinch, not even as Magnus steps forward, his posture just as commanding, but laced with something darker—anger, desperation, and a hint of something else I can't quite place.
"You think you can take what's mine?" Magnus's voice is low, but it cuts through the silence like a knife. His words are thick with venom, the bitterne
