The camp of the reddish gammas was silent, a graveyard of mangled bodies under the silvery light of the full moon. The air smelled of fresh blood, burnt leather, and the echo of death, but to me, it was the scent of victory. My skin glistened with sweat and dried blood, my breath still ragged from the transformation and the fury of Clarisa, my Alpha wolf, roaring triumphantly within me. The five gammas I had seduced and strangled lay inside the tent, their inert bodies a testament to my hidden strength. The last three, neutralized by Ethan and me in a frenzy of claws and fangs, were merely an epilogue. Ethan stood beside me, his chest heaving, his golden eyes shining with a mixture of relief, pride, and something deeper—something that made the bond of mate throb in my chest like a drum.
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