Lorraine's POV
Everything happened so fast.
One second I was being dragged like a lifeless sack across the dirt, every bruise on my body throbbing with each pull, and the next, a gust of wind hit the clearing like a storm. Desmond grunted and flung me aside. I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs as the world spun around me.
Then came the footsteps.
Heavy. Commanding.
And when I looked up, I saw him.
The Alpha King.
He looked like a more ruthless, more godlike version of Kieran. Taller. Sharper. Like a god that has lived longer than he lets on yet untouched by weakness. His presence was suffocating, like the weight of a thousand wolves pressed down on my chest. His silver-streaked hair was swept back like a crown of winter, his glowing crimson eyes brimming with power so ancient, so terrifying, it turned my blood cold.
He wasn't just a ruler.
He was an apex predator made flesh.
