Alpha Kaelen
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24Kaelen prowled the edges of his domain, the towering pines of the Appalachian Mountains holding a familiar chill even under the full moon's light. The scent of pine and damp earth filled his senses, a stark contrast to the coppery tang of the intrusion he'd been tracking for the last hour. He was the Alpha of the Crescent Claw pack, a position earned not just by bloodline, but by a ferocity that was legend among the surrounding territories. He was dangerous, untamed, and absolute in his authority. Tonight, the air was sharp with the scent of pine and something else, something foreign and unsettling. A young female, driven by desperation or fool’s courage crossed the boundaries. The scent of danger that radiated from him was a physical thing, a heavy pressure in the air that made the other werewolf whimper, dropping into a submissive crouch. He moved with terrifying speed, a blur of fur and claws. The young female never stood a chance. The confrontation was over in seconds, a brutal, decisive display of power. Kaelen stood over his defeated opponent, chest heaving slightly, the undisputed, dangerous alpha, reminding all who might be listening that in his world, weakness was a death sentence and defiance was an invitation to a swift, brutal end. He had restored the balance, reinforced the fear, and ensured that his pack, and his domain, would remain untouched.
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