Isabella’s eyes widened in awe as the Alpha king ended the rogue effortlessly. His black wolf was massive, its fur gleaming in the dim light, every movement commanding attention. She felt mesmerized, caught between fear and fascination at the sight of such raw power—so magnificently alluring, almost enchanting.
The grey rogue lunged at Killian, but a reddish-brown wolf sprang between them, tackling it to the ground. In one swift motion, its neck snapped with a sickening crunch.
Frozen in place, Isabella couldn’t move, yet an involuntary smile tugged at her lips. Killian’s black wolf left the fallen brown rogue and stalked toward her. As he drew near, he leaned down, meeting her gaze. There was something unreadable in his eyes—fear? Pain? She couldn’t tell.
Noticing her bleeding arm, he
