The Rogue's Savage Claim on Me

The wolf didn't come to protect her anymore.
He came to claim what fate had already decided was his.
Elowen thought the creature at the edge of her property was only a strange kind of guardian-silent, watchful, almost gentle in the way he lingered in the tree line as if protecting her from something she couldn't name.
Until the night he finally moved.
Rain-dark air turns electric with instinct as those golden eyes burn with something feral and starving, and the distance between them shatters in a heartbeat. What follows isn't an attack, not truly-it's nature unleashed, a bond demanding to be sealed in the only language the beast understands.
Elowen was never being hunted.
She was being chosen.
In the cold earth of the forest, fear and surrender blur together as something ancient awakens between them-teeth, hunger, heat, and a connection that feels less like violence and more like destiny snapping into place.
And when the darkness takes her, Elowen understands one impossible truth:
This wolf was never just a wolf.
He has been waiting for her.
And once the bond is made, it cannot be undone.
Because whatever he is...
he has marked her as his.