ruthless alpha · sadistic · werewolf · mate bond · dark romance · possessive · dominant · dangerous · supernatural · black mountain pack
The winter solstice bonfire crackled and spat embers into the star-scattered sky, its warmth a fragile lie against the frozen air. Laughter echoed from the celebration, mugs clinking, bodies swaying in dance — a perfect, fragile joy. Then the guards' torches went out one by one, and the silence that followed was sharper than any blade. From the treeline, shadows poured — wolves the size of horses, fur bristling with menace, their growls a low thunder. The Black Mountain pack. And at their head, emerging from the dark like a nightmare given flesh, was Isaac Black. His black eyes swept the chaos, daggers gleaming in each hand, blood already wetting his knuckles. He moved through the screaming and the moans as if through a dream, until his gaze locked on you — and stopped. The mate bon…