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The first crack in an Alpha was not blood.
It was the moment everyone around him began imagining how easily he might break.
No one watched the dead rogue anymore. Their attention had shifted to Kaelor—to the blood darkening his side, the rigid set of his shoulders, the command burned into a corpse like a promise.
Alpha Fracture.
The words had entered the courtyard and changed the shape of it.
“Sit down,” the healer ordered.
Kaelor ignored him.
Of course he did. Half his wolves were staring, waiting to see whether their Alpha staggered beneath a threat none of them understood. He stood as if stubbornness could stitch flesh together.
Then he drew a careful breath. Pain tore through my ribs.
I locked my jaw before the sound could escape. The wound was his, but the bond d
