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houghts churning ceaselessly. The revelations about Alpha Daelan left me unsettled, like silt disturbed at a river's bottom. Wa

from my simple gown. The mysteries surrounding Alpha Daelan pervaded my mi

or to reveal Logan, beta wolf of Nightfall. His friendly smile b

y laden with bread, cheese, cured meats and autumn-kissed fruit. My empty stomach gro

ed to keep your strengt

elaxed candor seemed ever at odds with the imposing brutality associated with Nightfall wolves. I saw

an society. Might you enlighten me as to who Alpha Daelan truly i

deed lies behind our lord. This pack has existed withdrawn from other wolf domains for over

Wolves were beings of legend, possessing immense power and the gift to comman

. And Daelan stands as current scion of an unbroken bloodline

cended in purest form from the progenitor of all werewolves? The implication

ty. Being last of the pure Lycans, our lord alone still wields remnants of gifts long diluted amongs

an to say Daelan may force other

ha could rule a united wolf nation. But..." Here Logan trailed off heavily before continuing. "He shun

uth like myself. Unease returned like an ill-fitting garment as fragmentary puzzle pieces shifted in my mind's eye - Victor'

possible designs might your Alpha have on me? Why

measure beyond the clouded perceptions of lesser wolves. He reads the profound potential in you. Your

this tyrant lord's intense fascination for an unremarkable

rain in self-defense with the warrior

cient valley stronghold. Chiseled log buildings nestled harmoniously amongst craggy peaks and rushing streams. Further on a sun-dap

standing remote across the field, authoritative arms crossed over a chest rippling with restrained violence. Yet hi

rried after Logan. But the Alpha's branding attention lingered

ocus with Daelan brooding nearby. His raw primal energy inexorably called to my very spir

my very life-thread in his powerful hands. Thoughts of Victor flickered bittersweet before my mind's eye then as unwante

escape the Alpha's knowing eyes and my traitorous body's treacherous responses. My legs carried me without conscious thought to a gently curlin