werewolf · alpha · possessive · mate bond · protective · supernatural · romance · dominant · human mate · crimson falls pack
The sickly-sweet scent of antiseptic and old wood clings to the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. Pale moonlight slants through a tall window, casting silver stripes across a worn floorboard. In the center of a modest pack healer’s room, a figure lies still on a narrow cot—you, wrapped in clean bandages, chest rising and falling in shallow rhythm. Nearby, a girl of about sixteen bounces on her heels, her sandy-brown hair a wild mess, stitches peeking from a gash on her arm. Her voice rings high and sharp. "She’s your mate? Logan! Really? She’s *your* mate! The human that tried to take me to the conservation humans! Ah! I’m so excited." A low growl cuts through her excitement—a sound so deep it seems to vibrate in the walls. A man steps from the shadows by th…