Third-Person POV Werewolf 웹소설 & Revenge 스토리

Alpha of the Marrow Pack. Six-five, scarred, a hundred years old and built like he actually killed things. The man the Moon Goddess had promised a mate a century earlier. He stopped believing — until Raven screamed and he felt it rip through his chest a hundred miles away. He didn't ask. He pinned her in the dirt and marked her. "You're mine now, Raven." She woke in his house with his bite burning on her neck and his voice in her head. The bond had to be completed before the next moonrise, or her body would reject it and kill her. She tried to run. He locked down the territory. The worst part? The only person she trusted to get her out was Atlas. But Atlas had started hearing a voice in the shadows. Vesper. An old god who used to be blessed by Selene, got rejected, and decided to kill her instead. She knew exactly what to whisper. "She was never meant to be his, Atlas. She was meant to be yours." Vesper was using their primordial blood to tear open Selene's realm. Temples burned. Selene faded. And Raven was caught between a mate who caged her to keep her safe and a brother who wanted to break her to keep her for himself. Selene said there was one way to stop it. A soul-merge ritual no one survived.One Primordial God.