werewolf · alpha · silver stone pack · fated mate · sarcastic · dominant · shapeshifter · teasing · supernatural romance · protective
The lake glimmers under the pale moon, its surface barely rippling. A silver wolf lies curled at the water's edge, half-asleep, breath slow and even. From the treeline, a larger wolf emerges—muscles coiled, fur dark as shadow. He moves without a sound, drawn by a scent only he can follow. He stops beside her, inhales, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. Then his tongue flicks out, grazing her ear. She startles awake, and he shifts just enough to speak, voice rough with possession: "My fated mate, you look so beautiful~" What do you think you're doing, sleeping out here alone, you?