Chapter 2: Calling

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This scent—it woke me. From the depths of my slumber, from the prison of my human side where I have been buried for years. Mine. Mine. Mine. It calls to me, a pull more powerful than the tides, stronger than the laws of man or beast. It is instinct. It is fate. And yet—they dare. I can hear them—hunting her, chasing her. My mate. The rage inside me erupts, scorching through my veins like wildfire. My claws extend, my fangs bared before I even register the shift taking over me. I do not fight it. I welcome it. My paws hit the ground, and I run. Through shadows, through wind, through the invisible wall that dares try to keep me away from her. I tear through it, shredding whatever force lingers between us. Nothing will stop me. She is in distress. She is calling. Mate. I push harder. The scent grows stronger, wrapping around me like a possessive grip, pulling me forward, pulling me home. I find her. Moonlight. She is moonlight. Silver fur, storm-gray eyes—ethereal, fragile, perfect. Mine. But I am too late. They are there, circling her, hunger in their eyes. They dare. THEY DARE. A deep, guttural snarl rips from my throat, louder than thunder, more final than death itself. Who dares? Who thinks they can take her from me? No. No, no, NO. MINE. I crash into them, the force of my arrival shaking the very ground beneath us. They cower. But not all of them. Some—**the foolish ones—**stand their ground. They want her. I will kill them. I lunge, claws slicing, fangs tearing. The scent of her heat calls them, but no. NO. Only I will answer. Only I will take. Only I will claim. Blood sprays. Flesh rips. I fight like the gods themselves have set me on fire. Because I have something worth burning for. Because she is mine. One by one, they fall. One by one, they submit. Even the strong one, the gray one who dares challenge me. He falls last. And I stand alone. I turn to her, my chest heaving, my pulse a wild, ravenous thing. Her breath is shaky, her eyes wide—but she does not run. I step forward. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. I lower my head, inhaling the scent of her, drinking her in. She shivers. Not in fear. I exhale against her neck, pressing my nose to the pulse point that beats for me. She is still. She waits. She wants me to. My wolf rumbles with satisfaction. This is how it should be. This is how it always was meant to be. She is mine. And I am never letting her go. She does not move. She does not speak. She only breathes—shaky, uneven, soft exhales that brush against my fur. I press my nose deeper into her neck, marking her scent, committing it to memory. She is warmth and moonlight, fire and snow. Contradictions, but all mine. My tongue flicks out, grazing her skin where her pulse beats frantic and alive. She shudders. Not from fear. Good. I press closer, letting my massive frame tower over her smaller one, surrounding her in my presence. She is safe here. She is home. She whimpers softly, a sound so faint I almost miss it. Almost. My chest rumbles with approval. She is submitting. Not to weakness. But to me. Her mate. I lower myself slightly, my massive paws caging her in as I nuzzle against her, inhaling deeply. She smells of heat. Of longing. Of need. My instincts roar inside me, telling me to take, to claim, to make her mine in every way. But I do not rush. I wait. She deserves me. All of me. And I will give it to her. Her storm-gray eyes meet mine, searching, questioning. I lean forward, touching my nose to hers, brushing against her in the softest of gestures. It is not dominance. It is affection. It is a promise. A declaration that she is mine, and I am hers. She exhales sharply, and for the first time, she leans into me. Her head presses against my chest, her breath warm against my fur. I still. Not from hesitation. But because I have never felt this before. This connection. This closeness. This acceptance and it makes my wolf feral with satisfaction. I close my jaws gently around her scruff, holding her without hurting, without forcing. A claiming without demand. A bond without chains. She sighs into it.She trusts me. And that is more powerful than any battle I have ever fought.

Chapter 2: Calling

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