The Last Alpha's Curse

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on ble

eath hitch in his throat. The sky above Blackthorn Ridge looked like it was soaked in w

emi

arn

cu

coat, unmoved by the bite of the cold. Beneath him, the valley str

he night th

ing beneath claw and flame. He hadn't spoken their names in five years. Speaking them brought the curse closer. And he w

se pulsed throug

ery soul he claimed. Dead

ce. Twice. The

he loved

neath the surface, restless, agitated by the moon's

e moon look

neath the mountain where he slept alone every

a scent on

eminine.

gu

time slower. Wildflower

ing terrifyin

mmed once aga

is territory was marked with bones for a reason. But th

hing

th. Down the ridge. Through the frost-lace

he s

mple, her hands curled into fists as if she'd fought something bigger than her bo

sta

uld le

e didn't. The woods would eat

se alwa

he wind shi

he s

low her collarbone - half hidden, h

moon. Point

d turned

as imp

elonged to

bout. The one spoken in whispers when

Moon's Chosen, the curse wil

en steppe

nce again,