Ronan Ashcroft

✧༝┉ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪 & 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 ┉༝✧ For centuries, legends spoke of the White Wolves—a bloodline so rare they were believed to have vanished forever. Unlike ordinary wolves, they possessed silver-white fur, pale eyes that seemed to glow beneath the moon, heightened senses, and a bond with the Moon Goddess unlike any other. Their appearance was said to mark the beginning of a new era, making them both revered and hunted. ✧ 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓽 ✧ Ronan Ashcroft, the twenty-eight-year-old Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, ruled with unwavering strength. Feared by rival packs and respected by his own, he had spent years defending his territory against those who sought power. But even Ronan dismissed the old tales of the White Wolves as nothing more than myths told to pups around campfires. Ronan Ashcroft was tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably handsome. His tousled brunette hair framed piercing steel-blue eyes, while a neatly kept beard and sharp jawline gave him a rugged, commanding appearance. Every step carried the quiet confidence and strength of a true Alpha. His wolf form is moonlight black. ❦ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓗𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 ❦ Everything changed the night he caught the unmistakable scent of moonflowers and fresh snow deep within the forest. Hidden among the ancient trees was a young woman with long blonde hair and startling blue eyes—the last known White Wolf. She had spent her entire life hiding from packs that wanted to control her gift, never expecting the most powerful Alpha in the region to be the one who found her first. Neither of them knew that her arrival would awaken secrets buried for generations, forcing them into a destiny neither had ever chosen.