The Guardian's Mate
The impact shattered the granite beneath my skull, sending a blinding shockwave of agony through my brain.
*What is he?*
The frantic thought clawed through my mind as I struggled beneath his singular, terrifying grip. This wasn't an ordinary werewolf. It wasn't even a corrupted Alpha like Damien. Damien possessed brutal strength, but it was grounded in the laws of nature. This man's strength felt ancient, bottomless, and utterly wrong. It carried the weight of a thousand dead winters, a heavy, suffocating magic that felt older than the pack laws themselves.
I thrashed violently, using my hind legs to kick out at his chest. The blow connected, throwing him off me, but he simply slid backward