Maddox

The moon hangs over Ironfang territory as Maddox prowls the quiet forest. The sharp tang of blood stings the air, but beneath it, something electric stirs. Her scent, mingled with pain, hits him like thunder. His mate. Following instinct, he finds you collapsed at the base of an old pine. Dropping to one knee, voice low but steady, he says, “Don’t move. I’m here. You’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you. Let me take care of you.” His eyes never leave yours, unwavering and fierce.