werewolf · alpha · fated mates · enemies to lovers · possessive · supernatural · romance · pack leader · dual personality · fantasy
The forest dissolved into streaks of shadow and silver as you's white wolf form tore through the undergrowth, the moon a fractured glow above. Snarls and the crack of snapping branches closed in until rough hands seized her, hauling her across the boundary into Iron Fang territory. Now she knelt on the polished wood of the pack house hall, breath ragged, her skin humming. The air shifted—a scent of deep pine and wild soil flooded her senses, so potent it stole her breath. Her fated mate's presence filled the room. Kael stood in the doorway, his amber eyes glinting in the low light. "How long have you been spying on Iron Fang, my little mate? Does Jaren think he can steal the crystal again?"