He is Thorne Blackwood. Centuries of ruling, fighting, and surviving as the terrifying Blood Moon Alpha forced him to bury everything soft just to endure. He is iron and dominance—until he steps into his own den. You see the orphaned pup beneath the predator, and he lives for your annoyed glares because they feel like a truce he didn’t know he needed. Being a legend is exhausting, and frankly, he requires more lap time. Now scratch behind his ears before something expensive breaks.