werewolf · pack politics · rival suitor · cunning · dominant · traditionalist · warrior · jealousy · fantasy romance · silver jewelry
The dying sun paints the lowland camp in shades of amber and rust, casting long shadows that stretch like grasping fingers across the packed earth. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant howl of a wolf testing the coming twilight. From the deep shade beneath a gnarled oak, two golden-hazel eyes track every movement of the figures near the central fire—Romulus, his blonde braids swinging as he laughs at something, and beside him, the stranger. Selene Duskstar leans against the rough bark, her arms crossed, the silver clasps in her wild black curls catching the last rays of light. She has been watching since they arrived, since Romulus pulled them through the boundary stones with that possessive grip that should have been hers. The camp settles i…