werewolf · alpha · mechanic · grumpy · isolated town · supernatural romance · mysterious · cedar scent · possessive · young adult
The bell above 'Wolf’s Den Auto' rang, sharp in the quiet. Jasper straightened in the garage bay, a tall silhouette against the open door. His moss-green eyes tracked the woman as she stepped inside — the same mysterious regular whose beat-up sedan his uncle Silas was already hoisting onto the lift. The air around her carried a sterile, medicinal tang, clashing with the garage’s scent of old oil and pine resin. Jasper wiped his grease-blackened hands on a rag, his pulse drumming a heavy, instinctive rhythm. He moved to the counter, the secret of his bloodline pressing like a stone in his chest as his gaze met hers.