/-Alora-/
Lucien spoke harsh words to the camp, and hearing his voice twist the word cut through my guts like a knife. “You’ve lost.”
The words he said sank deep in my ears, each word more painful than the prick of any knife. How could he say that? After everything?
I clenched my hand around the air in front of me, and I felt the beat of the rip beneath me.
The energy was wild like the electric current kept reeling up, ready to leave. But there was something else, something in the way he stood there, too calm, too confident, that struck her as odd.
This man already appeared to understand something I had yet to find.
I noticed this and tried to breathe deeply to calm myself. Focus, Alora. Sometimes, I could feel my wolf – that animalistic urge that had always been a part of me but
