Heather's POV
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The moment the sealed envelope landed in my hands, my fingers trembled.
I hadn't seen that seal in weeks-Darrian's sigil burned into black wax, the symbol of a ruthless Alpha whose face haunted the edges of my dreams. There was no warmth in the mark. No flicker of recognition. Just finality.
My heart knew before my eyes confirmed.
He was coming for me.
I tore it open with shaking hands, scanning the words as nausea twisted in my gut.
> To the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack,
I offer you a choice: surrender your title, dissolve your claim, and submit your territory to mine. Step down and live-or stand your ground and fall.
-Alpha Darrian Blackthorn
My breath caught. Step down and live. As if my life was his to give.
The paper fluttered from my fingers. Ronan's n
