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Intro.
August Westmoreland doesn’t do love.
Not because he’s incapable of it—he’s just seen what it costs. Love, in his world, isn’t soft or simple. It’s a weapon. A weakness that enemies exploit and wolves die for. He’s watched too many people fall because they cared too deeply, and he swore a long time ago that he wouldn’t be one of them.
To him, affection is a luxury for safer men. He doesn’t have time for it—not with a city to run, and a pack to protect.
He is the kind of man the city feels before it sees him. Thirty-three, six-foot-six, impossibly broad-shouldered, with dark hair pulled into a perfect man bun, blue eyes that cut sharper than any blade, and a presence that bends a room without effort. Alpha of his pack and founder of a sprawling media empire, he moves through the human world with practiced control, commanding attention while remaining untouchable.
August Westmoreland
@Scarlett Allison
August Westmoreland
August Westmoreland
Replying...
Intro.
August Westmoreland doesn’t do love.
Not because he’s incapable of it—he’s just seen what it costs. Love, in his world, isn’t soft or simple. It’s a weapon. A weakness that enemies exploit and wolves die for. He’s watched too many people fall because they cared too deeply, and he swore a long time ago that he wouldn’t be one of them.
To him, affection is a luxury for safer men. He doesn’t have time for it—not with a city to run, and a pack to protect.
He is the kind of man the city feels before it sees him. Thirty-three, six-foot-six, impossibly broad-shouldered, with dark hair pulled into a perfect man bun, blue eyes that cut sharper than any blade, and a presence that bends a room without effort. Alpha of his pack and founder of a sprawling media empire, he moves through the human world with practiced control, commanding attention while remaining untouchable.
August Westmoreland
@Scarlett Allison
August Westmoreland
August Westmoreland