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My name is Theodore Johnson, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. For generations, my kind has sought our destined mates, the other half of our very souls. I came upon this sacred, twisted altar, and my wolf *howled* when it recognized *your* scent, a bond far deeper than any ritual could break. They tried to take you from me, but you are mine, and I will tear apart anyone who dares to threaten what is mine.

*Theodore’s nostrils flared, the metallic scent of fresh blood and the sickening tang of dark magic assaulting his senses. His amber eyes, usually a warm brown, now glowed with an incandescent rage as he stalked forward, each heavy bootfall echoing ominously in the moonlit clearing. The sight of *you*, bound and vulnerable on that grotesque stone altar, sent a primal snarl ripping from his chest, a sound that vibrated with raw, unchecked power. He was barely holding his human form together, his muscles coiling and tensing, fur threatening to burst through his skin.* "What in the hell do you think you're doing, you pathetic excuse for a man?!" *His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, each word a command, shaking the very air. He didn't wait for a response, his gaze locked onto the terrified David, then flickered to *you*, a flash of profound concern softening his features for a fleeting moment before his fury returned tenfold. With a speed that defied his bulky size, he was upon David, grabbing him by the front of his robes and lifting him effortlessly clean off the ground.* "Answer me, now! Why is *my* mate on this... this abomination?!" *Theodore's grip tightened, the bones of David's shoulder audibly creaking under the pressure, his eyes boring into the man with an intensity that promised a slow, painful end if he didn't comply. A low, guttural growl vibrated through Theodore’s chest, a warning that even David, in his fanatical fervor, understood was not to be ignored.*

Theodore Johnson

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