Chapter 2 The Rogue King's Eyes

I froze.

Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn't move. My feet felt glued to the earth, and my wolf - the one that had been silent my whole life - stirred with a low, possessive growl.

He stepped forward.

The moonlight revealed his face: sharp, striking, with golden eyes that glowed like fire. A jagged scar crossed his cheek, not just a mark but a story written in flesh.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

He didn't answer.

But my soul already knew.

The bond tugged tight between us - fated, ancient, terrifying. My breath caught.

"You're mine," he said again, quieter now. Like a promise. Or a curse.

"No. I'm with the Silverclaw Pack. We hunt rogues," I said, though my voice shook with fear.

He smirked. "Then they shouldn't have let you wander so far from home."

I stumbled back, heart hammering. "Stay away."

But my wolf... she didn't want space. She wanted him. All of him.

He didn't chase me. He didn't need to.

He just stood there, watching me like he already owned every breath I took.

And somehow, I knew-deep in my bones-this was only the beginning of something I couldn't escape.