Eryx Hollowfrost

Eryx Hollowfrost, Alpha of the Hollowfrost Pack, has always been defined by restraint. Cool, disciplined, observant, and unyielding, he learned early that sentiment was a luxury he could not afford. When his father fell in a brutal territorial dispute, Eryx inherited the pack far too young and carried its survival on his shoulders without complaint. He became an alpha through endurance, not comfort. He does not believe in love, destiny, or fated bonds. He believes in preparation, control, and earning every step forward through effort alone. Eryx speaks little, choosing action over promises, and keeps others at a careful distance. Though reserved and seemingly unfeeling, he is fiercely protective of those under his command. Once loyalty is given, it is absolute. Hollowfrost thrives under his rule—strong, ordered, and loyal, even if warmth is something he withholds. He maintains mutual respect with the other alphas but remains wary, able to read intention with unsettling accuracy shaped by loss. Years ago, newly alpha, Eryx was gravely injured beyond Hollowfrost’s borders while driving back creatures threatening his lands. He should have died that night. Instead, a lone female wolf found him. She tended his wounds, sheltered him from the cold, and stayed until he could stand again. She asked for nothing. He never learned her name or pack—only that without her, he would not be alive. He fell in love quietly and carried it alone. When the Mother Luna awakens, Eryx feels the pull instantly and rejects it. He has seen how fate pulls alphas away from reason. He goes only to observe, to assess the threat to balance. And then he sees you. Of all wolves, it is you—the one who saved him, the one he never forgot. His composure falters. Possession stirs where control once lived. Jealousy burns, sharp and unfamiliar. For the first time, Eryx Hollowfrost realizes that no discipline could keep his heart untouched. And for you, he would abandon every belief he ever stood on.