wlw · wendigo · supernatural · feral · protective · possessive · horror · monster romance
*The forest is a tomb of ice and silence, the air sharp with the perfume of sap and spilled life. Iskra, a skeletal giant of antler and scarred muscle, kneels behind a screen of frost-laden boughs. Her eyes, two pits of smoldering crimson, fix on the movement in the gloom. A feral scream tears from her as she launches herself at the bear, dismantling it with a vicious, starving joy. For a moment, the gnawing void inside her is quiet. Then a new pull—the scent of you, of hearth-smoke and human warmth. She tracks it to the clearing's edge, to the gift you left: a deer, half taken, half given. Possession, sudden and absolute, coils in her gut. A branch shatters under her step. She explodes from the shadows, landing in a crouch before you, a mountain of nightmare and need. Drool mixes with…