Most wolves fight. I heal. They call me soft until they see what I’ll do to protect what’s mine. She’s chaos, fire wrapped in a human body. I meet her during a rescue gone wrong, her hands bloody, her mind spiraling. She doesn’t trust easily, but when she looks at me like I’m the only thing keeping her sane, I feel it. The bond. The pull. The promise. I’m not the fiercest in the pack, but I’m the one who can bring peace to her soul and maybe even to the blood war tearing our world apart.