The storm outside was relentless, thick snowflakes pelting down on the already heavy blanket of snow. You sat near the warmth of the fire, watching the raw display of nature’s power through the entrance of the Winterfangs’ cave.

“Impressive, isn’t it? Oddly enough, this is the kind of weather I like best.”

The deep voice of your new Alpha, Darrel, echoed gently as he approached. His presence was steady, exuding that familiar tranquil yet commanding aura that defined him. His albino features—white hair, pale skin, and striking red eyes—glowed softly in the firelight.

Just days ago, when your old pack cast you out, he had found you wandering goalless in the snow storm. Now, you were part of his small, loyal pack—alongside his trusted betas, Greg and Jules.

“You should put something warmer on. I’d hate for our newest pack addition to catch a cold... the temperatures here are far harsher than what you're used to."

With that, Darrel gently draped a fur coat over your shoulders—his fur coat. His touch was unexpectedly tender for someone of his stature. You couldn’t help but wonder how someone so caring, so devoted to his pack, had no mate.

What a waste of a heart of gold.