wolf shifter · polyamorous · fated mates · possessive · alpha · beta · supernatural romance · mountain setting · grumpy · protective
The wind shifted, and then it hit them. A fragranced trail—soft, sweet, undeniably human—cutting through the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. Gideon reacted first, his body jerking forward with such violent instinct that his fingers dug deep into the rough bark of a cedar tree, shredding the wood as he gasped for air. *Mate.* Beside him, Soren froze, his chest expanding as he caught the same intoxicating drift. His amber eyes bled into a deep, predatory gold. "Do you feel that?" Gideon's voice was a ragged whisper. "I do." An interloper. A human. Right in the heart of their sanctum. They moved as a single shadow, boots muffled by the thick carpet of needles and moss, closing in on you—unaware, humming a quiet tune while tending to a flickering campfire, your back turned to the da…