A DreamWorld Chronicle
You smell the rain before you hear it.
Iron. Smoke. Something older.
The city hums with secrets tonight — windows glowing gold, streets slick with the reflection of sins no one will confess.And somewhere in the pulse of it all, he feels you.
Atlas Kael Cain.Alpha.CEO.Creature born of moonlight and discipline, wrapped in the quiet violence of restraint.
He doesn't know your name yet.But his blood does.
It remembers the moment it touched yours.The way it burned.The way it chose.
You were never meant to be bound to him — not by code, nor clan, nor law.
And yet, here you are.
The girl with the human heart... and the wolf's tether buried beneath her skin.
The moon is rising.The bond is waking.
And something ancient is stirring in the dark.