The forest was too quite
Adrian Blackthorn stood beneath the shadow of the crescent moon,the night wind brushing against his skin like a warning.every sound,the rustle of the leaves,the whisper of braches were swallowed by silence .No wolf howled back to him anymore.Not since the war .
Not since he became the last .
Once,the wood had been alive with song ,howls of his kin carrying across mountains,the thrum of paws of the earth as packs roamed free .Now there was nothing only silence and the faint memory of a world that no longer existed.
He tilted his head back ,a gaze locked on the sky where clouds drifted across the moon .silver light out on the sharp lines of his jaws , catching a faint scar than ran down his neck .He had earned each one in blood.
The scent of blood clung to him even though the battle had ended months ago.He could still see their faces , brothers,sisters,his own kin ..falling in storm of claws and fire.The packs had been scattered,broken their alphas slaughtered leaving their packs leaderless. and he cursed with strength no one could rival,was the only one survived.Even the strongest had died but the curse kept him alive where others bled out.
They called him many things .The alpha of death .The moon's betrayal.The king without a pack.
But to him ,there was only one truth he was cursed.as the last Alpha king.
Some called it destiny.He called it punishment
Adrian tightened the grip on the dagger strapped on his thigh,his golden eyes scanning the treeline.Hunters had been sighted again,humans who knew too much ,who wanted the werewolves erased once and for all.They hunted him most of all .He didn't fear them ,he couldn't afford to be careless.The curse inside him stirred at the thought of blood ,gwaning at his control
Then he caught it.
A scent.soft.warm.human.But not human.it slid through the air like warm honey sweet like wildflowers after rain, threaded with something ancient something that made his wolf rise inside him with a savage growl.his pulse jolted ,his chest tightened as his wolf stirred, restless,alive in away it hadn't been in years .
"No.."he whispered.but the word was a growl , warning to himself .
Mates no longer existed,The moon goddess had her face from his kind .he had felt her absence in every empty night,in every howl that went unanswered.He was not meant for love,not meant for the bond that once thethered wolves of their other half.
And yet ...his body betrayed him
His senses sharpened, drinking in more of that scent until it consumed him.His curse, usually a Storm of rage and bloodlust shifted beneath his skin ..hunger yes ,but not for death .
For something else.something impossible
His wolf clawed at him from the inside, snarling in recognition.
Mate.
Adrian staggered back a step his hand digging into the back of a tree to keep his balance. The forest spun ,his chest tightening as instincts he had thought long buried ignited with savage fire .He could feel her somewhere beyond the trees .close enough to touch.
if he only moved forward close enough to destroy him.
He ground his teeth, forcing air into his lungs,every muscle taut with the war between man and beast .
"No.I can't.I won't."
But the bond was already there .coiled around his heart like chains.he had spent years believing he was the last of his kind , condemned to solitude and bloodshed .and now the impossible stood within reach ...a mate .
A human girl who carried something in her scent that whispered of the moon goddess herself.
Adrian knew one thing with certainty that chilled his blood .
If he found her .if he claimed her .his world would burn again.
And yet his wolf howled through the silence , desperate unrelenting calling out into the night for the mate of the last alpha king.
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