ALPHA GORDON BLAKE
His incomplete transformation was a terror unlike anything from twenty-five years ago.
He was a walking nightmare of tangled power and rage. His very presence twisted the air, heavy and choking, the shadows crawling around his form like living things.
The terror he exuded was mincing.
I had waited too long to kill the monster that stole my mate.
“Everyone evacuate!” I barked through the cracking air.
Lyon was already moving, leading the Union members out like a wall of discipline against chaos.
"My Lords! Leave the evacuation to us — you deal with that monster!" he cried, voice cutting sharp over the roar of collapsing stone.
He didn't have to say it twice.
Bruce was already moving, his body igniting in arcs of crackling electricity, each step sending shockwaves
