Here's a more detailed version of Chapter 1 with about 500 words:
The forest was silent—too silent. Not even the wind dared to stir the towering pines as Kael moved through the shadows, his steps soundless on the damp earth. The air carried the crisp scent of pine and the distant promise of rain, but none of it mattered to him.
For centuries, he had walked alone, a ghost among the living, a legend whispered in fear. The cursed Alpha. The immortal wolf. The one who would never have a mate.
The moon hung high, bathing the world in silver light, but Kael felt no warmth from it. He could still remember the night everything changed. when his father's lifeless body hit the ground, his twin brother's final breath a whisper in the dark. He hadn't meant to kill them. He had only been trying to protect his mother. But the Goddess did not care for intent—only the blood spilled.
As punishment, she cursed him. No mate. No love. Only a pack to call his own which he is feared by everyone among the realms. Only eternal loneliness, watching time pass while everyone he once knew faded to dust.
And yet, he had survived. Not because he wanted to, but because he had no other choice.
He moved through the trees, the familiar weight of solitude pressing on his chest. His wolf stirred, restless and uneasy. Kael frowned. His instincts had never failed him before, and right now, they screamed that something was wrong.
Then, a scent drifted through the air. Soft, faint, but unmistakably foreign. Blood. And something else,despair.
His muscles tensed as he followed the scent, his feet moving faster before his mind could stop him. The sound of a muffled sob cut through the night, weak and broken.
And then he saw her.
Curled at the base of a fallen tree, a girl lay trembling, her fragile body barely covered by torn, dirt-streaked clothes. Dark bruises marred her pale skin, and her long, tangled hair covered part of her face.
A rejected mate.
Kael's jaw clenched. He had encountered wolves like her before,those who had been cast aside, abandoned by the ones destined to love them. Some survived. Most didn't.
He should have left her. Should have turned away and continued on his path. But something about her kept him rooted in place.
His wolf growled low in his chest, a sound Kael hadn't heard in centuries. A foreign, impossible sensation spread through him, a pull deep in his core, raw and undeniable.
No. It couldn't be.
His curse had stolen his mate from him centuries ago. He was not supposed to feel this.
And yet, when she slowly lifted her face, her tear-streaked gaze locking onto his, Kael felt something he had long believed impossible.
His dead heart stirred.
His soul cold and lifeless for 500 years recognized her.
Mate.