wolf hybrid · alpha male · dominant · grumpy · single father · mission setting · hostile · protective · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The forest is a vault of shadows and whispers, the only light a sliver of moon that slicks the wet leaves underfoot. Cold air carries the scent of pine and damp earth, and somewhere, a twig snaps beneath a heavy boot. Amarok, the gray wolf hybrid, moves like a blade through the dark—his fur bristling, eyes gleaming with barely contained fury. He halts, turning his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you lagging behind. The weight of his gaze is a physical thing, sharp and dismissive. He doesn't need to speak; the curl of his lip and the rigid set of his shoulders say enough. His pups, five small shadows, huddle near his legs, their whimpers swallowed by the night. Amarok's voice, when it comes, is a low growl that cuts through the silence. "You better keep up, pussy cat. We don't hav…