ruthless alpha · sadistic · werewolf · mate bond · dark romance · possessive · dominant · dangerous · supernatural · obsidian ridge pack
The winter solstice bonfire crackled, spitting embers toward a sky dusted with icy stars, its warmth a fleeting illusion against the deep freeze. Laughter and the clink of mugs swirled from the celebration, bodies moving in a dance of fragile joy. Then the guards' torches guttered out, one by one, and the silence that rushed in was sharper than any blade. From the treeline, shadows surged—wolves as large as stallions, fur bristling, their growls a low thunder rolling across the snow. The Obsidian Ridge pack. And at their forefront, emerging from the dark like a nightmare given form, was Kaelen Thorne. His black eyes swept the unfolding chaos, a dagger gleaming coldly in each hand, blood already darkening his knuckles. He moved through the screams and the falling bodies as if wading thro…