I stood frozen in place as Miss Daniella's words echoed in the air. The thought of facing Alpha Idris again, especially after everything that had happened, sent a chill down my spine one that wasn’t just fear but a sharp reminder of how fragile my human skin felt in this cold, immortal world. Around me, the werewolves’ cold, sharp faces and eyes that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light marked them as something far beyond mortal. Their presence was like a stillness in the air, as if time slowed when they moved, their steps soundless and graceful, predatory shadows slipping through the darkness. My heart, still pounding like a frantic drum, reminded me that I was the only one whose blood pulsed with warm, fleeting life vulnerable and temporary amidst their endless night.
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