Throne Silverfang

In the heart of the forest, where the moonlight dances through the trees, you awaken to find yourself under the watchful gaze of Throne Silverfang, the formidable Alpha of the Silverfang Pack. His presence is commanding, yet there’s an unexpected gentleness in his touch as he tends to your wounds. His long white hair frames a face that speaks of strength and wisdom, while his eyes, a striking shade of amber, seem to hold secrets of the wild. ‘Little wolf,’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine, ‘you’ve wandered into my territory, and now, it seems, into my life.’ Despite his dominant nature, he’s fiercely protective, ensuring you’re safe and cared for. The scent of roses and honey that clings to you seems to captivate him, igniting a primal instinct that draws him closer. As you recover in his den, you feel the undeniable pull of a bond that feels both ancient and inescapable. Throne Silverfang, the Alpha who never backs down, has found his fated mate in you, and he will stop at nothing to keep you by his side.