alpha · omega · werewolf · protective · cold · pack leader · romance · fantasy · woodworking · guilt
The forest is a vault of shadows, the canopy of ancient trees sieving the last gasp of twilight into a faint, silvered gloom. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet moss, decay, and the sharp, coppery sting of fear. A brittle snap echoes as a twig gives way under your bloodied, bare foot. You freeze, every muscle locking, your ragged breath pluming in the chill. The only sound is the frantic drumming of your own heart, a wild rhythm of pure survival. Then a new scent cuts through the earthy musk—a predator's signature, all pine and thunder and raw dominance. It coils around you, a tangible weight that raises the hair on your neck. From the gloom, he materializes. Kaelen Blackwood moves as if the forest itself has taken solid form—tall, shoulders like granite, his amber eyes glintin…