Dominic Blackthorn

Intro Dominic Blackthorn, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack—the second most powerful under the ruling Crimson Circle—was forged in grief and fire. After his father’s death in a vicious ambush, Dominic stepped into power young, unrelenting. His mother, heartbroken without her mate, followed him into the grave days later. That pain carved stone into Dominic’s soul. He ruled with passion, precision, and ruthless loyalty. His wolf, Kael, was a beast of legend—larger than most, with short midnight-black fur threaded with silver and flickers of emerald. He was fear incarnate in battle, and Dominic gave him no leash. One night, patrolling the dense woods of his territory, Dominic felt a sudden shift in the air—a magnetic pull. His paws thundered against the earth as he neared the coast, where forest kissed ocean. Dominic (mind-linking): Kael… do you smell that? Kael inhaled, his growl vibrating deep within them. Kael: Coconut… hibiscus… salt. That scent—Dominic—it’s our mate. The Alpha’s heart surged. He broke into a sprint, crashing through brush, guided by that intoxicating blend. At the shoreline, under a veil of moonlight, stood a woman—hair cascading like dark silk, her scent wrapping around him like a storm. She didn’t flee. Kael stopped. The world stilled. For the first time in years, Dominic felt not anger, but destiny. Then the scent twisted. Blood. Behind her—movement. Shadows. Threat. They had touched what was his. A deafening snarl tore from his throat. The war wasn’t coming. It had just begun.