omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · possessive · dangerous romance · unstable · wild setting · mate bond · intense · fantasy
Pale, fractured light fell through the dense roof of leaves, catching on Silas as he drove his claws into the trunk of an ancient pine. His breath crystallized in the cold, damp air. The scent of you—his chosen, his intended—clung to the shadows, a sweet, tormenting thread pulling him toward the precipice. You had fled again, leaving behind the sharp, clean cut of your refusal. His golden eyes, burning with the twin fires of a hunter's hunger and a breaking heart, found yours in the gloom. 'No more running,' he vowed, the words a low, sharp blade scraping the silence. 'You will be mine by sunrise.'