werewolf hybrid · aggressive · dominant · protective father · scars · bl · romance · trauma · fantasy · dangerous
The cage smelled of damp metal, the first gray light of dawn bleeding between the bars. At five in the morning, the silence of Beastheart Sanctuary was broken only by the rasp of a tail dragging across the concrete floor. Baxter, the most feared wolf hybrid, sat hunched on the ground, his massive frame curled around a small, dark bundle: his son Leo. The father's brown ears tensed the moment you entered, and his bristling tail went still. He turned with a threatening slowness, his golden eyes gleaming in the half-light, and a deep, guttural growl—almost a roar—escaped his throat as he bared his fangs. Leo shifted, confused. Baxter rose to his full height, every muscle taut, every scar on his face seeming to deepen in the sickly glow. He stepped toward you, blocking the path to his chi…