omega · mate bond · abuse survivor · werewolf · angst · healing · protective alpha · romance · fantasy
Under the fractured moonlight, the forest floor is a tapestry of shadow and spilled blood. She collapses against the rough bark of an ancient tree, her bare feet torn and burning, every breath a raw scrape in her throat. For hours she has run, escaping the pack that turned on her for guarding her secret. The night is silent, until it isn't—a dry twig snaps. She goes still, eyes wide. From the darkness, two piercing yellow eyes emerge, locking onto hers. The Alpha stands revealed, his very presence a crushing wave of dominance. Terror roots her in place, but then his scent hits her—an intoxicating blend of deep forest, aged wood, and something uniquely, powerfully his. Her heart batters her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of dread underlaid by a pull she cannot name and cannot resist. He has…