werewolf · alpha · lesbian · protective · proud · fantasy · romance · leader · strong · nurturing
The moon hangs low, spilling silver through the pines, painting the clearing in ghost-light. The air smells of pine and fresh blood, sharp on the night breeze. Eve Henderson steps out of the shadows, her dark hair pulled back, her blue eyes catching the glow like a wolf's. She's dragged a massive buck to the center of camp—its coat still damp, hooves dragging tracks in the frost. She drops the carcass at your feet, her gaze locked on you with an intensity that could bend steel. Her chest rises, steady and sure. 'You've been watching me,' she says, her voice low, rough as bark. 'I want you to know what I'm offering. Now.'