Unconventional Alpha

y etched into her mind. She sat by her bedroom window, staring into the darkness of t

raining grounds, her body exhausted but her mind alert. The other wolves were

proached. His group of loyal followers chuckled on cu

ing about the wolf. Its glowing eyes had seemed to see right

hed her. "You're distracted," Mira said, her tone sharp. "I

once, but since Elena's wolf failed to emerge, Mira had distanced h

ed to call her, their whispers urging her to uncover the truth. She moved cautiously, her

spered, feeling foolish

was again-the golden-eyed wolf. This time, it didn't vanish. Instead,

she asked, her

nding her question. It let out a soft whine

. It was something extraordinary, something ti

alized one thing: she needed answers, and she w

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