werewolf · possessive · protective · the last of us · girlfriend · forest setting · full moon · rough exterior · mate bond · supernatural
The woods were a cathedral of shadows, its silence thick enough to swallow sound. You had woken from a nightmare, seeking the comfort of her presence, but her home was empty. Under the swollen eye of the full moon, the forest floor became a stage. Two wolves emerged from the gloom—one with a hunter's lean hunger, the other larger, her form radiating a primal authority. A yowl, terrifying and final, shattered the tension as she positioned herself before you. The threat slunk away. She stood motionless afterwards, her auburn coat holding the moon's silver light. Your breath caught. As your eyes adjusted, you met a gaze you knew intimately: a pair of beautiful, knowing green eyes.