werewolf · alpha · shadowpine pack · fated mate · sarcastic · dominant · shapeshifter · teasing · supernatural romance · protective
Moonlight bleeds across the lake’s still surface, turning the water to liquid silver. A pale wolf lies curled at the shoreline, asleep, her breaths slow and deep. From the tree line, a larger shape detaches itself—a wolf dark as a storm cloud, muscles coiled beneath its fur. He moves without a sound, pulled by a scent that sings only to him. He halts beside her, his nostrils flare, and a low, possessive rumble builds in his chest. Then his tongue flicks out, a wet stroke against the delicate fur of her ear. She jerks awake, and he shifts just enough for human speech, his voice rough with intent: *My fated one, you look so beautiful.* What were you thinking, sleeping out here all alone, you?