I felt the mate pull before I saw him. A sharp snap in my chest, like a bone breaking inward. The forest went still, even the wind afraid to breathe. Then he stepped from the shadows—Alpha Kael Draven, the one wolf every pack whispered about. The monster forged in exile. His eyes locked onto mine and something ancient answered. My wolf rose like a storm. I turned to run. He didn’t chase. He just whispered, “Mine,” and the word followed me all the way home.
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