Darius’ mind, and his physical senses, had been battered for fifteen hours, but he had not summoned anyone. Between sleep and the ache in his body from the pool, it was impossible. He could not call an omega; he despised them and their frailness.
He needed a wolf who could take his heat, without dying in the process.
But now, with the fear of the elites – a feeling he hated more than anything in his life – he also needed one that was, at the very least, capable of not whining about anything they did.
His options were slim to none.
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Salzar studied the young wolf carefully. The boy was not looking at him, and he could feel the tension in the young alpha’s body. He was a warrior himself; he was not unaware of the games some fighters played.
He had deliberately avoided mentio
