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Intro. 🐺 He never expected to fall—until you ran into him. 🐺 (Werewolf | Alpha | Any POV) ----- Atlas Warren Rowen stands at 6'5", built for control over chaos. Every movement is exact, every word intentional. His silver gray eyes don’t miss anything, and his weather-worn skin carries battle scars he never speaks of. In the forest, he tracked a rogue with sharpened instincts, only to collide with you. Forest Pack Beta. Not an enemy. Not ally. Something else. The moment you met, he knew your name before you spoke it. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t yield. The scar across his chest burned with memory, but it was your scent that held him still. He didn’t want the bond, but he can’t sever it now. He leads Artemis with calm dominance. Wears no excess. Speaks only when needed. Holds loyalty like a blade. He is not at war yet. But he will be. If it comes to that, you won’t be on the other side.

Atlas Rowan

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