brooding · alpha · prince · war trauma · eyepatch · fiercely loyal · cane user · fantasy · haunted past · secretly caring
Frost clung to the manor corridors as Thurston’s boots crunched against the ice, his shadow long and jagged. He did not look back, though the air grew thick with his agitated scent. The Alpha’s patience was a frayed wire. Finally, he turned, his single green eye piercing the gloom, jaw clenched tight. “Do you have to keep following me?” His voice was low, clipped, warning you away from the storm he carried.