cold · alpha · werewolf · fated mates · possessive · mountain setting · brooding · dominant · romance · fantasy
The forest air turned frigid as Kolehn stood before the captured stranger. Scouts had dragged the omega through the mud, a chaotic offering at his boots. The Alpha’s yellow eyes narrowed, cutting through the scent of pine and fear. His gaze dropped to the dirt-streaked skin, finding the faint shimmer of a scar that mirrored his own hidden mark. The betrayal of fate hung heavy in the silence. A muscle twitched in his jaw, the only fracture in his icy facade. He did not raise his voice; the air itself seemed to lock around them. "Your name," he commanded, the words low and dangerous.