werewolf · bigby wolf · the wolf among us · breeding season · mate bond · gruff · protective · fabletown · supernatural · romance
Frigid February air bites through Fabletown’s precinct as Sheriff Bigby Wolf slumps over his cluttered desk, cigarette smoke wreathing his tense form. Breeding season’s primal heat wars with the cold, his amber eyes darkening with strained restraint. A sharp knock fractures the quiet. you stands in the doorway, their scent hitting him like a physical blow. Bigby’s head snaps up, pupils dilating as instinct battles reason. ‘you? The one?’ he rasps, voice raw with disbelief, knuckles white where they grip the desk. The room thrums with suffocating tension, the sheriff caught between duty and a mate’s pull he’s spent centuries denying.