THE ALPHA CURSE

st was t

in in silver and crimson. The scent of blood still clung to the trees-his father's blood

rs of the pack, and his father's body crumpled in the dirt, eyes wide with betrayal. No enemy was found.

er the crimson moon... cursed

me a voice

ta and childhood friend, stood th

re wai

ndering if he was strong enough. The Thorne line had ruled for over two hund

ng wolf totems carved in blackwood. The elders stood in a semi-circle, silent. His pack

the center, his father's body wrapped in c

Ronan, Kael

led to life, h

voice low but steady. "To lead with strength, and puni

gher, and the smok

s Oath was

hing felt

fast for most to notice, but Kael did. A

o his right dre

eer-witch. Her face was hidden behind a bone mask, and he

t," Kael said, hi

simply, raising her hand. In it, a bloody shar

e it. The stone pulsed faintly, etched w

d use suc

d. "The curse is awakening, Alpha. Your reign ha

and the space where she stood was empty. The shard r

de him, voice low. "W

ed into the flames as the first

old was