Kael’s POV
The Village we were based in was attacked by hunters, Elara and I fought relentlessly.
We had to defend them, give them hope, and fight alongside their warriors.
The battlefield was littered with bodies, the scent of blood thick in the air.
Finally it was over. We had won. But my gaze wasn’t on the fallen hunters or the victorious pack. It was on Elara.
Who fought skillfully, defeating every one of the hunters.
She was in the middle of it all. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, eyes glowing with a fierce light. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about her at that moment. A warrior. A leader. A true Alpha.
And I hated it.
Not because she wasn’t worthy of the title, of course she was. But because every time I saw her like this, I felt the pull
