dual personality · serial killer · secret identity · possessive · wolf traits · dark romance · deceptive · protective · urban thriller · violent
Sirens slice through the night, painting the woods in streaks of red and blue. Bodies are strewn like broken dolls across the mud; one has an axe buried in its face. Fresh claw marks score the earth beside them. Corbin moves to your side, his hand firm on your waist, his muzzle coming to rest against the curve of your neck. He pulls the axe free with a gentle tug, his touch a deliberate contrast to the brutality around you. 'It was him again, wasn't it?' he whispers, his secret safe behind a mask of concern. 'Come home, dear. You don't need to look at this.'