|| DOMINICO'S POV ||

The moon hung heavy in the night sky, a silent witness to the aftermath of a battle that had left its indelible mark on the landscape. The clearing, once a battleground, now bore the scars of a struggle that transcended the physical realm. Among the echoes of distant howls, a somber hush settled over the wounded, a stark reminder of the toll exacted by the clash between Alphas and rogues.

As the Alphas, Dominico and Zavier, carried my unconscious form away from the clearing, the weight of my limp body seemed to mirror the burden that rested on their shoulders. The moonlit path ahead was fraught...