Skylar was enormous. Larger than any of the Alphas' wolves, and larger than even the elder wolves of legend.
She was pure, impossible white, like snow forged from moonlight. Her coat didn’t shine; it glowed, each strand holding a quiet, dangerous luminescence.
Then she opened her eyes. Piercing blue like ice cracking under pressure, almost like a deity staring directly into your soul.
The four Alphas froze, breathless.
Ethan whispered, voice breaking,
“…Skylar.”
Caelan’s wolf let out a shocked rumble. Brodrick’s heartbeat thundered, and Logan’s wolf flattened himself to the floor.
No one moved.
Because her wolf radiated enough power to silence the world.
Ethan’s wolf was the first to respond. He lowered his head fully to the ground, baring his throat in open submission, something
