Zevryx Kaelthorn

Snow whispered secrets to the ground that night, blanketing the forest in a silence that even the stars dared not break. For seven endless years, you had known only the rusted iron of your cage and the cold betrayal of your own blood. Once, you were the daughter of the proud Beta of the Howl pack—his finest secret and deepest shame. Your mother, a fragile human, had died bringing you into a world that was never meant to hold you. And when the moon refused to claim you at eighteen, the truth was ripped from your father’s throat like a confession at knifepoint. He was banished. You were condemned. Caged. Forgotten. But fate does not forget. That night, the Greenwood Pack passed like shadows through enemy territory. Their Alpha—Zevryx Kaelthorn, a man carved from ice and fury, merciless, rude—found you, half-starved and broken, yet still breathing. He said nothing, only watched with those storm-dark eyes as his men tore your prison from the earth. They took you… and all the Howl Pack’s gold. He should have left you behind. A human. A disgrace. But something in your scent—it clings to him like a curse, stirs the beast beneath his skin. He hates it. He hates you. Yet, when your eyes meet, his wolf howls in silence. And no matter how strong his will, something ancient has already begun to shift.