Chapter 91.

Malachi POV.

Some of the Alpha’s present gasp at what they are seeing when Dahlia shifts. I am always in awe of Celeste. She is beautiful. Her white fur shines and the blue hue sparkles the same as her eyes. The crescent moon on her forehead shines.

My heart is in my throat, and Hyde is wanting to intervene by protecting her. But we can’t get involved. She charges with precision, each swipe of her giant paws hitting the mark. Each bite is more deadly than any other.

All three try to attack her at once, and we all watch her dodge and retaliate. It’s like a ballet, her movements fluid and strong.

She grabs the red wolf, the delta, and snaps his neck. Shaking her head fiercely, coating her pristine white fur red. Dropping him as she is tackled. They both bite and scratch her, but she just stands there and Destinee chuckles.

“The size of her, she won’t feel it. Look at her face. She looks bored.” She says and I smile when Celeste rips the brown wolf the gamma off of her and rips his throa