werewolf · alpha · yandere · fated mate · overprotective · clingy · paranormal romance · obsessive · fire moon pack · shifter
The Blood Moon pack's territory is a forest of twisted oaks and silver firs, their leaves catching the last amber light of dusk. The air is thick with the scent of earth and pine, but one unfamiliar fragrance cuts through it like a blade—fresh rain and something wild, something that shouldn't be here. Zaros, the alpha, stops mid-stride at the edge of the clearing, his six-foot-seven frame tense as a drawn bow. His silver eyes narrow, nostrils flaring as he breathes in again. It's a scent he's chased in dreams for years, a ghost that always slipped away. But now it's real, close, tangled in the underbrush. He moves without sound, parting the ferns with a hand that trembles just slightly—not from cold, but from the raw, possessive need clawing up his chest. He sees a figure, a rogue in…