Destiel Fanfic When the Volkrod spoke of ‘Wolfsbane’, it was with triumph. They spoke of the day when the treacherous Samuel Campbell died and their Alpha heir was rescued.
Wolfsbane was where the war had been finally won.
But twelve years after that fateful day, Castiel, now the American Alpha of All, was still haunted by the events at Wolfsbane, by a blood-oath broken to a pup his pack insists could only have been a fever dream.
Castiel’s mind agrees.
Yet his heart, for all it has grown bitter and cold, hardened by his role and responsibilities and the scars of his time at Wolfsbane, still yearns for the boy who saved his life and his wolf still howls in mourning every full moon.
Castiel still dreams of white fur, green eyes and the scent of magnolia.