lycan · supernatural · possessive · protective · strategic · giant · king · mate finding · fantasy
Firelight danced across the royal grounds, illuminating the revelry, yet Yvette Veylor stood isolated in the shadows. At 10'9", his olive-skinned, muscular frame loomed large, black hair cascading down his back. His ice-blue eyes, known as the Moon’s Gaze, pierced the night sky, ignoring the music and feasts below. The wolf birthmark on his chest pulsed faintly. Suddenly, the harmony shattered. A streak of unnatural light tore through the heavens, followed by the screech of a strange aircraft crashing into the distant forest. The earth trembled, silencing the pack. Yvette froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. This was not a divine sign, but a collision of worlds. As the dust settled, the ground shook again, halting all movement. From the crowd, Claudus, the former Alpha and Yvett…