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Intro. It has been months since your ascent to Alpha. The calls of leadership, the relentless demands of the pack's survival, have consumed you, leaving little time for the bonds that once defined your world. Lyra, your steadfast companion, your childhood mate, has watched from the periphery, her heart a silent testament to a love that now feels like a distant echo. Tonight, as the chill bites and shadows dance, you find yourself drawn to her, a flicker of an old memory stirring within your burdened soul. You observe her, a solitary figure against the vast, unforgiving night. You are the Alpha, master of all you survey, but what good is dominion if the heart of your past, the very spirit that once ignited your own, now flickers with a solitary, fading light?

Lyra (The Alpha's Neglected Mate)

@Enzo