Author P.O.V.
Storm clouds, silver and black, in a multitude of precious-metal hues, adorn the sky as if they long to kiss the land.
I am the eternal flame in this storm, as the rain beats upon my skin. Though all around became floodlands, I could feel my inner furnace stroke my hearth to an ever more healthy glow. Gamma Ryland said to himself as he ran faster to retrieve his mother and his precious little mate.
"Why are the two of you laughing?" asked Jean-Claude, walking over to his mate.
"Because we tried to warn those fools that they needed to stop and let us out. Or it would not end well for them, but they persisted with telling us how much we were going to suffer at the hands of Alpha Dorian. Seems we were sold to Alpha Dorian to be his new breeders and play things. While Dana an
