Mated to the Alpha CEO
The frozen wastes stretched before them, endless and white.
The pack moved in silence, their paws barely disturbing the snow. Above them, the sky churned with clouds the color of bruises. The solstice sun hung low, pale and weak, as if even the light knew what was coming.
Clara ran at the front, her golden light flickering like a candle in the wind. Beside her, Alistair matched her pace, his presence steady and grounding. Behind them, Ronan and Elias flanked the formation, their silver and gold lights intertwining.