When I was eighteen, my clan performed the ascension ritual for Gregor to take his father's place as alpha. We were the same age, and I remember how excited my mother was that I had been chosen as his partner, and that, until then, nothing had proved otherwise.Gregor and I got along as well as we could. I never thought that one day I would run away from him and that, for a millisecond, would rather that rival alpha just put an end to it.I took another step back. The heavy shadows of the trees stopped covering my body, and I felt exposed, bathed in moonlight, trying to hide my arms as if they were too intimate.He took another step towards me. I closed my eyes. Of course, this was the moment he would attack me. I wouldn't survive an aggressive bite from an alpha.His eyes, a war-yellow, shone with some kind of curiosity as he analyzed my body. From head to toe, he judged me mutely, his eyes lingering on the marks on my skin.The other wolves were getting closer. I could hear their fo
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