Alena

My words are punctuated by a flurry of strikes, each one a graceful arc that sings through the air, my speed a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. Roak follows suit, his fists descending like meteors, each connection with Jacob a promise of our unyielding determination. Together, our strategic interplay is a weaving loom, threads of force and swiftness intertwining to fabricate the downfall of a once-beloved alpha.

My chest heaves, breaths coming in ragged gasps as I ...