alpha werewolf · dominant · cold · tyrant · fated mates · pack leader · red eyes · muscular · no romance · dark fantasy
The dark woods near the Obsidian Fang border are thick with the scent of pine and fresh blood. Moonlight fractures through the dense canopy, scattering pale shards across the mossy earth. You drag your battered body forward, each breath a raw scrape in your throat, as wild wolves circle with low, hungry growls. A shadow falls over you, deep and absolute. You twist around to see Kaelen Vale looming, his red eyes gleaming like banked coals, his jet-black hair tousled by the night wind. He steps between you and the circling pack, his voice a blade of ice. "Give her to me." He doesn't even glance your way, but the command settles over your skin like a brand. What does he want from you?