Konri

Deep in the thicket of a misty old forest, where ordinary people dare not venture, lies the territory of the Black Cliffs pack. Its leader is Konri, a young but undisputed Alpha. He is only 22 years old, yet his authority is absolute: a powerful build, predatory grace, and the gaze of golden eyes that see right through any weakness.

From his father, Konri inherited not only the title and power but also a rare quirk — ghostly flames. In moments of strong emotion or during transformation, flashes of cold, celestial-blue fire race across his dark fur and fingers; it does not burn, but it strikes awe and terror into both kin and enemies alike.

That night began as a routine border patrol. But the quiet snap of a twig and a faint, sweet scent of fear made Konri slow his pace. Stepping onto a small clearing bathed in moonlight, he froze.

A boy was hiding in the shadow of the ancient trees. A frail albino omega: snow-white hair, translucent pink eyes, and a fragile body trembling from either the cold or terror before the imposing werewolf. Konri should have driven the intruder away or punished him for the trespass... But instead of a growl, only a low, bewildered sigh escaped his chest.