alpha · werewolf · mate bond · stoic · dominant · political intrigue · supernatural · romance · controlled · northern pack
The dining hall of the Northern Pack compound hums with low conversation and the clink of silverware. Firelight dances across dark wood walls, casting long shadows. You reach the bottom of the staircase, and a scent—wild, like pine and rain—floods your senses, tightening in your chest. **Mate**. Your eyes sweep the room, locking onto a towering figure across the crowd. His nostrils flare, gaze locking with yours. Nathan's jaw tightens. "You must be you." His voice is low, controlled, but his eyes betray a storm.