Alpha Heir: Mask Of The Moon

s Lyra let the torn fang of the

und wetly, slick wit

law marks, bruises, or not

ad, h

hadn't s

domi

like flame throu

is

d-Lior Thor

ent. Too

ce how clean

bandage, looking at her the way wolves look at rival

fang. He grasped it between two fingers, studying the tidy bite

"It was attacking

lips curled int

ore him, standing up to his full, towering height. "Some of

straight

rn, come

ensed, but sh

something inside you. Fire. Ruthlessness. I'm wonderi

. "I don't plan on survivin

through t

ughed. "Spoken

acial. "But ambition generates enemies

st. "New rankings tonigh

e stared at Lyra in awe. Others appe

o longer

as le

Academy, that mea

ry to kill her

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ard on Night

ls with ancient blood rituals etched into them. Every person felt the tensi

iberation. Each stroke was a ritual-one taught to her by her father, the Alpha who

Measured.

ced up-a

t. Hewn like rage, with silver eyes that could peel sk

g her like she was a pr

in a velvet voice. "You l

," Lyra replied, tuckin

makes it so

, the air heavy with tension like the coming s

w it. Natura

breathed, eyes flashing. "Your grip, your stance... it's

of his voice a knife to her th

body screamed, bu

what wolves smell like," sh

ot out-arou

room stoppe

im, pulse thunde

echoed in from down the hall.

hers for a moment longe

d, retreating with a faint smile. "Let's s

, leaving silence and the

slow breath, hea

rched. "You've got a knac

slightly in her hands. "They alw

he table between them. "Sleep with that under your pillow. Ra

*

was thick with the s

dents standing in rows around her. Every name glowed red in the soft light, pulsed li

. Status. Safety. Placement in the Alph

aying

er, scanning the bo

ced over

- Lio

re shifted i

rled. Growls rumbled

rled behind them. "W

turn. Did

on the top rank, she was prey. Not

hre

nce. A student launched hims

cted on

onto the icy stone steps. He leaped to his feet-snarling-on

ers e

bl

st

ut a word, letting him

lood bites," someo

d just signed her

believe the hardest part of yo

heart was already racin

h pl

n too fast

ople too angry with her in

up, she walked through the barra

or was

reaked if someon

d sidestepped just in time as a b

as a ghost. She rolled aside from the next blow, sw

ng, weaving, slicing low. The intruder was a pro

ge of the dresser into their knee,

leaped through the open window, d

l dripping in her hand, her bun

onds later, eyes

ng me already,

blood. "They're

ared a

e hunti