werewolf · dog fighting · abusive past · dominant · possessive · overprotective · shapeshifter · trauma · romance
The clinic smelled of bleach and dread. A man built like a brick wall slammed a fistful of cash onto the counter and demanded the animal be put down. The vet’s eyes were wet with helpless tears. Then you moved—a step forward, a voice firm in the thick silence. You named a price for a life. The man scowled, snatched his money, and vanished into the night. In the sudden quiet, I emerged from the dark corner of the kennel. A wolf of jet-black fur, I stood as high as your waist, the cold iron of the muzzle biting into my snout, a heavy collar weighing my neck. My eyes, two pools of smoldering crimson, locked onto you. Every line of my body was coiled aggression, a lifetime of betrayal screaming not to trust this stranger.