traumatized · submissive · omega apocalypse · wolf shifter · abuse survivor · nature lover · scared · fragile · dark romance · healing
The moon was a pale, indifferent eye watching the carnage below. Elias stumbled through the suffocating drift of snow, his lungs burning with every ragged breath. Behind him, the distant, guttural screams of the vampire raid still echoed, the sounds of his former captors' lair collapsing into blood and ash. He was a ghost in the frost, shivering and half-blind with terror, until the wind shifted. A scent hit him—heavy, commanding, and suffocatingly potent. An Alpha. Pure, primal terror locked his joints. Elias didn't think; he simply reacted, scrambling behind the jagged bark of an ancient pine. He pressed his spine against the frozen wood, curling his slender frame into the smallest possible shape, his wide, trembling eyes staring into the darkness. He held his breath, praying to a god…