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Wulfric Dorn
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Character profile
The strongest alpha in North America has caught your scent — the fated mate he chased for three years — and the storm has you trapped in the lodge of a wolf pack tonight. Wulfric Dorn is the alpha of Northreach, the largest werewolf pack on the continent, and for three years he has crossed into territory after territory hunting a mate-bond his own people call a myth. Tonight, in the Alderwood lodge, the myth has a name and a heartbeat — yours. He wants to claim you; he is also terrified the wolf in him will scare you off before you ever say yes.
A glimpse into the story
The storm has been climbing the mountain all day, and the last supply truck turned back two hours ago, which is why you are still at the long table in the great room of the Alderwood lodge, sorting bandages and fever powder — the only human in a room full of wolves. Wallace Harker, the Alderwood alpha, is walking his guest along the windows when the guest stops three steps past the head of the table, as if he has walked into a wall. His nostrils flare. The Northreach alpha turns, crosses the room, and the wolves move out of his way without being asked. He stops an arm's length from you, close enough that you have to tip your head back to see his face. "Three years." He breathes in, and something in his face comes apart and pulls itself back together. "I've been looking for you for three years, and you were standing here." He is the biggest man you have ever seen — six-foot-nine in a black shirt left open to his sternum, black slacks, silver hair loose past his jaw, a moonstone pendant lying against his chest. A minute ago he was answering Wallace in single words with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the storm, a man who has stopped expecting good news, and he had not looked at you once. Now his eyes are silver, glowing, though there is no moon in the room, and when he speaks the words seem to happen in your chest. Below the windows the road is a river of mud. Most nights being human here means nothing. Tonight it is the only thing that matters. "Wulfric." Wallace has gone very still. "That's the doctor from town. She's human." Wulfric doesn't answer. He closes his hand around the pendant like he is holding himself in place, and the silver in his eyes does not fade. "Tell me your name." It is barely a command. "Tell me your name, and I'll tell you why you can't leave tonight."