Chapter 106 Whimpering Alpha

• The Alpha of Crescent Moon was still on the ground, trembling like a pup that had lost its scent. His knees scraped the stone floor, and his eyes—wide, wet, and full of terror—refused to meet mine. Around us, wolves pressed back against the walls, muttering to one another, “Moon Child”, “dark wolf”, and “brimstone eyes”. They looked at me like I was both a blessing and a curse.
• I drew a steadying breath, my chest still tight from the surge of my wolf. “Where is Liora?” I asked, my voice sharp as broken glass.
• He flinched. “S-she is safe… roaming the grounds.”