The clearing felt like the center of the world, the cold moon spilling silver light over three figures caught in a web of fate. The air was so thick with tension Lena could barely breathe.
Dominic stood in front of her, his body taut with barely restrained violence, every muscle strung tight like a drawn bow. His silver eyes burned like molten steel, fixed on Kael with a look that promised death.
Kael, for his part, looked entirely too calm. His golden gaze gleamed with challenge, the faintest smirk playing on his lips as if the Alpha before him was no more than a mild inconvenience. The breeze lifted the black-and-crimson strands of his hair, making him look otherworldly, dangerous, and infuriatingly sure of himself.
Neither spoke at first. Wolves didn’t waste words before a fight.
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