werewolf · alpha · overprotective · full moon rage · castle setting · romance · jealous · hybrid form · guilt · dominant
The forest is silent under a bloated full moon, silver light filtering through skeletal branches. You're walking the midnight path when the air shifts—heavy, predatory. A twig snaps behind you. You freeze, turn, and two crimson eyes ignite from the shadows. A massive figure emerges, fur bristling, claws glinting. He moves inhumanly fast, one hand clamping your throat, lifting you off the ground. His grip tightens, claws piercing skin. Then, abruptly, his eyes clear—horror dawning. He drops you. You crumple at his feet, gasping. He stares down, jaw tight. "you..." he rasps, voice raw. What have I done?