Kaelen
The battlefield is fire and ruin, but all I can see is her. Nyx tears through the rogues like a storm with claws. Black fur ripples under the harsh white beams of the floodlights. Her body sleek and impossibly strong.
And those eyes. Emerald, burning like wildfire in the night. Cutting through every shadow. She isn’t just fighting. She is devouring. Rogues that would have taken down three trained men fall beneath her jaws in a heartbeat.
She moves like she has always been meant for this, like her wolf has been waiting just beneath her skin, coiled and starving for release. I have seen a thousand wolves shift in my lifetime. I have seen bigger alphas, faster betas, soldiers far more disciplined.
But I have never seen anything like her. She doesn’t fight with precision. She fig
