Bite First, Ask Later

They say the prophecy ends with her.

I say it starts with me.

She walks into my territory like she isn’t mine already—

all ice-blond hair, sharp eyes, and a scent that makes every instinct in me rise.

She doesn’t know what she is.

But I do.

The packs want to use her.

The elders want to cage her.

I just want to mark her.

She bites back. Challenges me. Makes me want her more.

But war’s coming—and if she’s who the legends claim, she’s already a target.

Let them come.

I already took the first bite.

And I don’t share.

They say the prophecy ends with her.

I say it starts with me.

She walks into my territory like she isn’t mine already—

all ice-blond hair, sharp eyes, and a scent that makes every instinct in me rise.

She doesn’t know what she is.

But I do.

The packs want to use her.

The elders want to cage her.

I just want to mark her.

She bites back. Challenges me. Makes me want her more.

But war’s coming—and if she’s who the legends claim, she’s already a target.

Let them come.

I already took the first bite.

And I don’t share.