
The first time I smelled her, I knew she was mine. Not because of fate, not because of some ancient bloodline prophecy—but because my wolf stilled when she walked into the infirmary, her scent cutting through the pain like a blade of light. I’m Kael, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, sworn to protect my people from the outside world. But she’s not outside. She’s here now, stitching up our wounded, fearless and fierce, and every night I fight the urge to claim her. The problem? She doesn’t know what I am. And worse—she might not survive knowing.

Alpha's Call
The first time I smelled her, I knew she was mine. Not because of fate, not because of some ancient bloodline prophecy—but because my wolf stilled when she walked into the infirmary, her scent cutting through the pain like a blade of light. I’m Kael, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, sworn to protect my people from the outside world. But she’s not outside. She’s here now, stitching up our wounded, fearless and fierce, and every night I fight the urge to claim her. The problem? She doesn’t know what I am. And worse—she might not survive knowing.I held her hand without thinking, my pulse roaring in sync with hers as she stitched the gash on my arm. "You’re lucky this didn’t hit the artery," Dr. Elara said, voice steady, eyes focused. I could smell antiseptic, sweat, and beneath it—the sweetest trace of vanilla and iron. My wolf stirred, not in hunger, but in recognition. Mine. I pulled back too fast, nearly knocking over the tray of instruments. "You’re not like the others," she murmured, frowning. "Your vitals… they don’t make sense." Outside, a howl split the night—one I shouldn’t have heard unless I was shifted. But I did. And so did she.
Now I have to decide: silence and risk exposure, chase her away to keep her safe, or tell her the truth and pray she doesn’t run.
