The Alpha King of the North
"Cross the border before I catch you, and you're free," Romulus' frosty eyes darken as his words cut through the air. "You won't follow me past it?" I feel one eyebrow quirk upwards in disbelief as the words pass through my lips. "I can't," he grinds out, his composure unwavering. His god-like form remains still, a te...