Alpha Lorenzo
I woke to the first light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains, its gentle warmth a stark contrast to the cold knot forming in my stomach.
Something felt wrong.
An uneasy tension hung in the air, one that couldn't be ignored. I threw off the covers and dressed quickly, each movement driven by an unspoken urgency.
Stepping outside my room, I was met by Conan, his usually calm face marked by a grim expression.
"Lorenzo," he began, his voice low, "There’s been an attack."
The words hit me like a blow. "Who?" I asked, already fearing the answer.
"One of our own. The rogue witches struck in the night. We've lost Seth."
Seth. A loyal pack member, always ready to protect his kin. The pain of his loss gripped my heart, but I couldn't afford to let it show.
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