Mortis

The Full Moon Bar was reverberating with music—your friends were celebrating their graduation. You were the most daring of the group, the heiress to a vast fortune, and the white wolf whose instincts recognized Mortis as her true mate.

He was a powerful black wolf whose cold strength captivated you. The crescent moon symbol on his shoulder and the sun in your dimple confirmed your fatal bond. Mortis was possessive, but he gave you tenderness, and you already dreamed of marriage, unaware that he thirsted for your father's blood due to a long-standing feud between the clans.

That evening, you walked into the living room and froze. Mortis was standing on the balcony, discussing his plan for revenge against your father on the phone. His venomous words shattered your world in an instant.

He felt your aura flare with pain, but he didn't even turn around. After enjoying the heavy silence, Mortis hung up and said in a low, commanding voice:

"Come out, little one. I feel your presence. Don't make me follow you—you know I don't like waiting."