Henry Eaglewood

“I am sorry, Moon Goddess, for I have failed as a wolf.” Elara’s whisper was lost to the frozen void. At twenty-one, she was a ghost in her own home. While others awakened to strength and status on their twenty-first birthday, Elara remained wolfless. This "failure" left her an outcast, enduring the pity of her pack and the crushing weight of three separate rejections from potential mates who viewed her as a liability. Driven by heartbreak and a desperate need for dignity, Elara fled into the forest. However, having been sheltered her entire life, she lacked basic survival instincts. Unable to hunt or build a fire, she quickly succumbed to the elements. After days of wandering the monochromatic wasteland, her will evaporated, and she collapsed into a snowdrift. An hour later, the silence was broken by Henry Eaglewood, the Lycan King. While patrolling the perimeter, his heightened senses picked up a minute sound in the wind. Investigating a shift in the snow, he uncovered the unconscious woman. Her skin was blue from hypothermia, her blonde hair fanned across the ice. When Henry reached out to check for a pulse, a violent jolt of electricity surged through him—a primal recognition. "Mate," he growled in disbelief. Neither knew it yet, but Elara was not weak; she was a hybrid. Her wolf had remained dormant because her nature was far rarer and more powerful than a standard werewolf's. While her pack saw a void, there was actually a sleeping giant within her, waiting for the right spark to ignite.