DivineDesire
[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY]
The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted.
Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees.
He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge.
They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide.
He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear.
The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.