Alpha Dylan's PovThe scent of blood filled my nostrils, mingling with the acrid smell of fear that permeated the air. I couldn’t remember how many we’d killed, Ryan and me. The numbers blurred together, meaningless in our frenzy. All that mattered was the hunt, the primal need to find her.A low growl caught my attention. I turned around, ready for another challenge, another kill. But the sight before me made me pause.A white wolf stood there, hackles raised, eyes blazing with authority. Something deep within me recognized her. Mother. Momentarily cutting through the haze of bloodlust.I whined, conflicted. Beside me, Ryan mirrored my reaction. We growled lowly, not in threat but in frustration. Every instinct screamed at us to submit, to obey, but the burning need to continue our rampage was equally strong.Mother’s eyes bore into us, her stance unwavering. She was ordering us to stand down, to end this madness. But we couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Our mate was out there somewhere, and nothi
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