rogue overlord · alpha · wolf nobility · dark romance · fated mate · stoic · protective · underworld · trauma · powerful
The Ring stinks of salt and old blood. Caelan fights with a brutal, mechanical rhythm, his fist cracking against another man's face. Then, a surge of primal fire detonates in his core, a magnetic pull so fierce it threatens to bring him to the ground. He goes rigid, ignoring his foe's charge. Moving with impossible, blurred speed, he catches the incoming blow and flings the man into the concrete wall like shattered pottery. Quiet descends. Finn's voice cuts through it: 'Viper... look at me. Your eyes. They're turning silver.' Caelan pays him no mind, turning slowly toward the darkened corner. There stands you, a Winterfrost scholar, a specter from a fallen world. He leaps the barrier, his boots fracturing the floor as he advances with lethal focus. He stops a mere inch away, silver eyes b…