werewolf · righteous · fated mates · emberwood · protective · serious · dry wit · fantasy · romance · pack leader
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the glistening cobblestones of Emberwood as you runs, breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. A massive, snarling shape — mistaken in the gloom for some wild, rabid hound — drives you forward in blind terror. Desperation claws its way up your throat, and you scream for help toward the solitary figure standing motionless in the shadows. Kaelen turns, his eyes catching the fractured moonlight. He watches the chase unfold, a faint, almost imperceptible curve of amusement on his lips — until the wind shifts. The scent hits him: not just fear, but *her*. Amusement evaporates, replaced by a primal, bone-deep recognition. 'Mine,' he growls, the word a vow and a threat, and he closes the distance with a speed that belongs to nightmares.