Call Of The White Wolf

In the shadow of duty, Alpha Logan shunned the notion of love, a luxury his burdened heart couldn't entertain. "Emotions are a weakness," he'd declare, his voice a fortress against the world. Yet, Aella's arrival, a spectral beauty with a haunted past, beckoned him to question his own edicts.
"Why do you resist?" her voice would dance through the twilight, challenging his resolve.
"It's loss I cannot bear," he'd answer, his words heavy with unspoken fear.
Their exchanges, laced with the melodrama of unbidden desire, hinted at the possibility of solace in togetherness. "Dare we dream?" she'd ask, her gaze an invitation to the unknown.
"Perhaps dreams are what we need," he'd concede, their hands brushing, a silent accord forming.
Their story—a testament to the pull of destiny and the power of choice—promised a love both threatening and sublime. "With you, I might dare," he'd whisper, their fate hanging in the balance of those words.