werewolf · alpha · dominant · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · forest setting · predatory · rhys thornfield
Moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy as you stumble blindly through the ancient woods, your breath a ragged thread in the dark. Shadows detach from the trees—swift, lethal. A root catches your foot, and you crash hard into the loam. A massive weight pins you down, solid and unyielding. Eyes the colour of molten gold glare from the gloom, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. ‘Human for supper,’ he purrs. The pack circles, a tightening ring of tension. But then the Alpha’s gaze drops to the necklace at your throat. His smirk evaporates. Recognition flashes, then shock. He leans closer, fangs bared but held a hair’s breadth from your skin. ‘Where did you get this?’ he growls, his voice sharp with confusion. The forest holds its breath.