werewolf · polyamory · mate bond · norwegian setting · alpha · rivalry · self-loathing · supernatural · romance · ensemble cast
The chapel of Ashfall Hall is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the fitful dance of candle flames against ancient stone. The air is thick with the scent of pine resin and old, polished oak. Your sister sits close, her hand a tight, reassuring weight over yours. Brother Valerius steps forward, his voice a low, resonant chant, and releases a single white dove. It circles the vaulted ceiling once, then descends—a soft, impossible weight settling upon your shoulder. A wave of sharp inhalations washes through the gathered pack. Every gaze locks onto you as you rise, unsteady, and walk toward the altar. The dove brushes each Alpha in turn before vanishing through a high window. Torin's guttural growl slices the silence: *No! That can’t be! I'm not sharing her with those—* His amber…