Alpha's Twisted Fate

r was electric with anticipation, for this was the moment we had all been waiting for - the fulfillment

fingers wrapped around my arm, their warmth a stark contrast to the chill that ran down my spine. Heavy breathing whispered in my ear,

d me, and I became a pawn in a sinister game. The prophecy, once a beacon of hop

choing through the void, but there was no one to rescue me. I cried out for Troy, my voice hoarse from desperation, but he was nowhere to be found. In my vision, I sensed chaos and unrest, and Troy's fear was palpable. I could hear his racing heartbeat, and I knew he was troubled.

en Troy so aggressive and troubled, his eyes burning with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Sleep eluded him, and he spent every waking moment honing his armies, preparing for the impending blood

with each new recruit. I watched in awe as he transformed his warriors

d by an insatiable thirst for power. One week before the blood moon, Troy's paranoia reached a fever pitch. He questioned me repeatedly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded to know if I was pregnant. I reassured him I wasn't, but he seemed unconvinced. On the night of the blood mo

g with each passing moment. Troy's desperation grew as he tried to revive me, his face twisted in anguis

he forest, his mind racing with worries. Overwhelmed by anguish and pain, he cried out, his voice echoing through the trees. Suddenly, a vision appeared before him - I stood radiant, my presence ethereal. With an otherworldly calm, I revealed to Troy where to seek help, my words imbued with an authority that transcended

balm to his weary soul. "Troy, I have been expecting you," she said, her words dripping with an otherworldly knowing. "You are welcome here. I sense the urgency of your quest, and I understand why you have come. Diana has already appeared to me, and I have been guiding her spirit from afar." Anna's

na. But we must act quickly, for time is running out. We have only two days to prepare." With those words, Anna's eyes seemed to bore into Troy's very soul, and he kne

n, hastened to my side, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. She began to chant and make incantations, her voic

air. The shaman's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she cast her spells with renewed vigor, determined to

ingered: who had sent it, and why? I lay there, my body weak and my mind foggy, my consci

ng onto mine. I could sense his fear, his terror, and his relief all mixed together. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was fo

would protect me at any cost. Even if it meant putting his own life on the line. His words were a

ht. As I settled back into my normal routine, Troy arranged for Anna, the shaman, to visit us. He wanted to express his heartfelt gratitude for her role in saving me from the clutches of the demon. With a warm smile, he presented her with an abundance of food supplies, a token of his appreciation for her selflessnes