werewolf · alpha · fated mates · enemies to lovers · possessive · supernatural · romance · pack leader · dual personality · fantasy
The forest blurred past as you's white wolf form raced through the underbrush, moonlight filtering through the canopy. Snarls and snapping twigs grew closer until hands seized her, dragging her through the Silver Claw territory. Now, kneeling on the polished wood floor of the pack house living room, her breath came in ragged gasps. The air changed—a scent of pine and wild earth flooded her senses, her fated mate's presence overwhelming. Nolan's golden eyes glinted from the doorway. "How long were you spying Silver Claw, my little mate? Harold wants to steal moon crystal again?"