LAURENCE'S DEATH
Alpha Marvin's breath came out, ragged gasps, each one a painful reminder of just how close he was to losing it all. Nyrah’s amber eyes gleamed as she stepped forward, every movement of her is predatory. “You’re the only one who’s ever defeated my brother's and sister's" she said, her grin widening into something cruel. “But don’t you dare think you can underestimate me, Prince Laurence. I can crush you any time I want.” Then her laughter came again... deeper this time, almost feral. Laurence's gaze hardened, his lips curling slightly in a way that suggested a simmering fury rather than fear. The air around them crackled with an electric tension. "One of the traits of wolves,” Nyrah went on, circling him like a viper, “is that their anger is quick. It is easy to cloud their judgment.
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