"Who are you?" asked the voice coming from the forest, making the thin trapped wolf flinch "Why do you smell like that? Why do you smell like mine?"
He did.
Roghio could also smell the intense aroma. Like pine trees bathed in winter chill, cooling his lungs, tickling his throat.
Wonderful to feel.
He didn't have to be too smart to know that he had found the mate the moon chose for him, but he wondered in his heart how bad he had been in his previous life for him to be an alpha wolf, a huge and powerful one, who could do with Roghio whatever he wanted.
He tried furiously to escape the trap he had fallen into, blood spurting from his hindquarters as his skin tore. He howled in pain.
The alpha growled.
"Stop! You're going to hurt yourself!"
Then he showed up. His fur was the deepest of black, with golden rays like the sun running through it; green eyes illuminating the gloomy darkness that surrounded them. His nostrils flared.
It smell like mine, mine, mine.
"Stop," he begged, his voice slowing. Calm. Vulnerable. "Please"
