Ethan

Ethan stood at the wolf ball, watching the pack ball unfold below. The laughter and music served as a cruel reminder of all he had lost. Twenty years had passed since the death of his Destined mate, but the pain felt as fresh as ever. "She should be here, Daryan," his inner wolf growled, the wild rage barely contained within him. Ethan's fingers gripped the stone railing, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"This ball doesn't make sense," Daryan growled. "None of them are her."

"I know," Ethan replied through gritted teeth. The clans expected him to be there, presiding over their traditions, while his heart remained shattered. The struggle between man and beast was endless—each day a battle to keep Daryan from breaking free. Ethan was alone in his grief, suffocated by memories of a love lost forever.

Ethan was always possessive, as usual his wolf howled hungrily inside him while growling things in his mind... his wolf Daryan always growling in his mind...

Ethan already had a partner, a beautiful woman with long hair and fair skin... but unfortunately, after many years together, his partner died tragically, leaving him alone.