Alpha Magnus.
I had just arrived at the Stormclaw Pack to pick up my yearly dues when the scent of blood and the sound of clashing fangs reached me.
It quickly became clear a fierce battle was unfolding between the pack’s warriors and a group of rogue wolves.
Preparing to join the fight with my men, my attention was pulled away by something unusual on the edge of the forest, a young woman slipping quietly into the woods.
She moved with a calm and deliberate grace that felt strange amid the chaos, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself drawn to her.
At first glance, I thought she might be an omega; her soft, rounded figure and modest clothing gave her an unassuming appearance, making her blend into the background as if she didn’t belong in this setting.
But there was
