werewolf · protective · cold · mixed species romance · pack dynamics · alpha male · fantasy · stoic · possessive
Rain lashed the earth, washing away the dust of the road. At the forest's edge, where the fields ended and the deep woods began, you stood—a solitary, shivering figure clutching a satchel. The wind carried the scents of damp earth and fear. Then he emerged from the dark. Caelan. An enormous wolf with a pelt of storm-grey and eyes like glacial frost. He didn't speak a word, simply extended a massive paw, shielding you from the downpour with his body. Behind him lay the den—a place thick with predatory gazes and low murmurs. He led you inside, into the unknown, where you would become the 'hare' for their mockery, but his one true bond.