a Silver

Stonefang Clan. He was a mountain of a man, known for his brute strength and harsh rule. Elara, dressed in a stunning

re polite but brief. He kept scanning our territory,

nds, Alaric suddenly stopped dead. His head snappe

ng away from the pristine training grounds and heading directly for the Omega sector.

ing straight for the livestock pen

iberately trying to humiliate her by seeki

redator examining a scent trail, not a madman groping in muck. He ran his fingers along

in a crack in the stone-a tiny, smeared

sharp and intelligent, now widened with a loo

able. He carefully scraped the muddy residue from the crack onto his fingertip. Then, he br

ook of pure ecstasy washed over his face, as

olute silence. Had a visiting Alpha

rby fence, and we witnessed the entire scene.

his arms crossed. A small, cold smile touched

dfather by the front of his ceremonial robes, his eyes wild. "What was this?"

terrified. "I-I don't know

ind was clearly replaying the moment she'd thrown Dravon's "withered wee

s into the trough, frantically sifting through

e crowd of stunned faces. His gaze swept past Ela

eyes locke

ld smell it. The faint, pure, energetic res