The Alpha's Secret Flame

er mother wore the night she vanished. The Blood Moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a red glow over the forest where no one returned. The crowd gathered like every year, waiting to feed the ancient

eath her. In a glowing clearing, a silver wolf-huge, glowing, eyes like twin moons-stood waiting. It didn't speak with words, but she heard it in her mind. You are not a sacrifice. You are an heir. The power rushed into her like fire and light, tearing through her bones, showing her visions she couldn't explain-a woman in armor, wolves bowing, blood on snow, a baby hidden in the dark. When it ended, Seraphina lay gasping, alone, but alive. Changed. She rose, trembling but stronger, her skin glowing faintly, her eyes no longer brown but silver. Something inside her had awakened. Something old. Something royal. When