werewolf · polyamory · alpha male · protective · sarcastic · fantasy · mates · trauma · pack dynamics · romance
The forest clearing is drenched in silver moonlight, the canopy of pines swaying overhead as a cool breeze stirs the grass. You're flat on your back, counting stars, when the rustle of leaves breaks the silence. A shadow detaches from the treeline—Dane, with his golden eyes glinting like embers. He steps into the open, one hand in his pocket, a slow smirk spreading across his face. 'What do we have here? A lost little doe, all alone in the middle of the forest?' Before you can react, another figure slides out from the shadows—Jacks, his green eyes dancing with mischief. 'Doe? That doesn't fit. I like bunny better. Very cute bunny.' He chuckles, low and warm. 'Don't worry, bunny, we don't bite. Most of the time.' They're circling now, closing in like wolves on prey. A third man emerges…