Saving my alpha from the moon goddess

the sounds of bats as the moon cast its shadow. The forest seemed to grow more silent as Damian Blackwood made his way through t

despite his big size. The moonlight caught in his b

ng wolves. Somehow these stories made their way to various campfires across werewolf territories. Some said he killed his fir

nged direction, his muscles coiling beneath his fur before he steadied himself to ambush his prey. The terrified

st importantly it was necessary.

erewolf packs, strength wasn't just respected, it was required for an Alpha. His fath

ot just for guidance, but for protection." His father had s

the ruthless Alpha of the most feared pack in the northern territories. His war

except

ughts. Shifting back to his human form, Damian stooped beside his kill. The transformation pierced through him

s his left shoulder from a rogue's claws, a deep cut from a silver-tipped arrow, and the ceremonial Alpha m

raight nose that had once been broken, his eyes like the colour of pure steel that

large . It stretched for miles, covering dense forest, high and rugged mountains, and a lake fed by icy mountain

had dozens of cabins that surrounded his own cabin. Werewolf guards posted at strategic entrances straighte

young warriors, as Damian passed through the ma

t wolves in the pack. He was angry because they had been pressing for meetings as the L

. His deep hoarse voice showed command. "A

y to avoid direct eye contact. Direct eye contact w

uriosity. He felt them all but didn't care. The pack members he passed bowed their heads, as a sign of submissi

ce. The children weren't afraid o

re made of timber and stone. As he approached, a slim figure came

e sh

le

d with grace and elegance. The moonlight accentuated her slim figure. Her long chest

zel eyes met his. She wasn't challenging nor submitting to him. She

she likely harvested during the fu

ands were gifted with the ability to relieve pa

everything else about her. He loved her beauty, her smile, her kind strengt