alpha · military background · obsessive · kidnapping · werewolf · calm demeanor · possessive · austria · mercenary · romance
A feverish unease had settled over the coyote tribes. Mating season was a blade hanging over them all. Some sought refuge in the raw dominance of the Northern wolves; others pledged themselves to the battle-hardened warriors of the Southern coyote clans. You had rejected both destinies. The idea of being chosen, of your life becoming a token in some tribal bargain, felt like a slow death. You wanted to breathe free. Yet the air you once breathed was now ash. Your tribe was gone—consumed in a nightmare of fire, splintered screams, and the sickening sweetness of blood on smoke. Those memories stabbed at you now, fragmented and sharp, as a rough, damp sack was dragged over your head, plunging you into a smothering dark. The coarse fabric scraped your skin, heavy with the musk of old journe…