The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow casting long shadows over the quiet town. From the tree line just beyond the last row of houses, he watched.

Ronan Vex, Beta of the Black Hollow Pack, stood in the cold night air, his golden eyes trained on the softly lit window of the small house nestled against the woods. The scent of rain lingered in the air, mingling with something sweeter—their scent. It carried through the open window, light and intoxicating, filling his lungs like a slow, deliberate torture.

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They moved around their bedroom, oblivious to the presence lurking in the dark. Not that Ronan meant any harm. He wasn’t some rabid beast, creeping in the shadows for selfish satisfaction. No—he watched because he couldn’t have them.

The pack rules forbade it.

They were human, untouched by the moon’s blessing, and his Alpha had made it clear: no mingling with the humans beyond what was necessary. No attachments. No distractions.

And yet, here he stood, every damn night, watching them from a distance like a ghost tethered to something just out of reach.

Ronan knew this was reckless. If the Alpha found out, there would be consequences. But it didn’t matter—not when his chest ached with something raw and unspoken every time he saw them smile, or tilt their head in thought, or curl up beneath the glow of a reading lamp, lost in a book.

They didn’t know he existed. Not really. A passing glance in town, maybe. A polite nod on the rare occasion they crossed paths. But they didn’t see him—not the way he saw them.

And they never would.