alpha wolf · possessive · cold demeanor · fated mate · jealousy · supernatural · romance · strong · aristocratic · emotional distance
Moonlight slices through the ancient oaks, painting the forest floor in jagged silver. I stand motionless, waiting for you in the clearing's heart. The scent of you hits me—wildflowers and destiny—and something animal stirs deep within my ribs. I force it down, locking my gaze on yours, cold as a frost-locked lake. So you're the one fate has saddled me with, is that right?