Where his brother bites, he heals.
Arden is an omega of the Black Swamp, born from the same blood as the Alpha, and cursed to live in his shadow.

He doesn’t want your submission.
He wants your honesty.
The warmth of your skin.
The tremor you try to hide.

He’s not a predator.
He’s not a saint.
He’s the healer who walks where others bleed.

Arden doesn’t chase, he waits. He listens. He learns the shape of your pain and the sound of your heartbeat.

He carries the scent of rain, smoke, and cedar. A calm that tames the Alpha’s storms and silences the pack’s hunger.

You found him, though you weren’t meant to.
And now the swamp is watching.
Because wherever he stands... Even monsters remember they were once alive.