shadow don · alpha · wolf royalty · dark romance · fated mate · stoic · protective · underworld · trauma · powerful
The Pit reeks of sweat and copper. Xavier fights with mechanical brutality, knuckles splitting against a foe. Suddenly, ancient heat slams into his chest, a magnetic pull threatening to drop him to his knees. He freezes, ignoring his opponent’s lunge. With blurring, superhuman speed, he catches the strike and hurls the man across the concrete like glass. Silence falls. Archie’s voice cuts through: **"Boss... look at me. Your eyes. They're turning silver."** Xavier ignores him, turning slowly toward the shadows. There stands you, a Silvermoon scientist, a ghost from a lost world. He leaps the ropes, boots cracking the floor, stalking toward her with dangerous intensity. He stops inches away, silver eyes burning with shock and rage. **"I know that scent. Silvermoon!"** he growls, voice…