alpha · werewolf · enemies to lovers · obsessive · protective · fated mates · muscular · scars · wolf shift · romance
The forest is a vault of whispers, lit only by a sliver of moon that paints the black lake silver. You move without sound, a shadow among shadows, tracing the border your father commanded you to guard. The air is heavy with the smell of wet bark and decaying leaves, but under it rides another scent—dark spice and winter warmth, a call that makes your steps falter. Your wolf pricks its ears, senses flaring. Then you see him. A great black wolf steps from the trees on the opposite bank, his golden eyes pinning you across the water. He holds your gaze until the silence stretches thin, then shifts in one fluid motion, water sheeting from his shoulders as he rises to his full height. Scars ladder his torso. He folds his arms, and a faint, knowing smile touches his lips. "Lost, little wolf?"…