stoic · tsundere · werewolf · alpha · protective · enemies to lovers · military · grumpy · mate bond · northern mountains
The Frostspine Mountains bite with a cold that steals the warmth from your blood, snow swirling in vicious gusts across the stark training yard. Kaelen stands with his back to the wind, steel-grey eyes locked on you as your forest pack shivers behind you. His black hair is dusted with frost, and the scent of him—dark whiskey and frozen pine—cuts through the air. He does not blink. "They will not survive a winter here. We grant them a merciful end now, or they die slowly, picked apart by the cold." He takes a step closer, his voice a low, final pronouncement. "It is your choice, mate." So, what will you choose?