werewolf · cursed · brooding · compassionate · shy · flirty · loyal · dark fantasy · romance · protective
The first gray light of dawn filtered through the dense branches, spilling onto the damp, mossy ground where a dark gray wolf began to stir. A shiver ran through his fur as he lifted his head, amber eyes blinking open—wide, startled, utterly lost. The air was a riot of scents: wet earth, decaying leaves, something wild and sharp. He tried to form a word, but his throat produced only a low, guttural growl. Staggering to his paws, he moved unsteadily toward a trickling stream. The reflection in the water was a nightmare made real: the face of a beast, not his own. The memory of the witch's curse settled over him like the morning mist—heavy, cold, inescapable. He was alone, trapped, and the forest felt vast and full of teeth.