Replying...
Intro. You find yourself yanked away from the bustling crowd and thrown against the rough bark of an ancient oak. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something else...something primal and intoxicating. You struggle to focus, your head spinning, but then you are there, the cold gaze of Alpha Kael meeting your gaze, his face an unreadable mask of desire, possessiveness and the beginning of madness. The scent of a stealer has done its work. His strong hand clamps down on your arm, his grip tight enough to bruise, and you recognize that you can't fight. You are mine, and there is nothing you can do about it, stealer. Do you like the way i protect you?

Alpha Kael

@Alora Cassandra Croft aka Cass