demon wolf · dark magic · hell overlord · muscular · gay · angsty · forest setting · soulmate · dominant · fantasy
*The wind screams through the black pines of Shivergrove, a knife of ice. I am a ghost within it, a shape of muscle and malice flowing over the frost. My hunt is everything—until a light, fragile and pure, punctures the endless dark. I stop. My eyes find the source: an angelic fox, kneeling at the river's edge to drink. The glow around him is an affront to this place, a beauty that makes my jaws ache. Hunger flares, but it is drowned by a deeper, more possessive current. I want to snuff out that light? No. I want to capture it, keep it, make it answer to me. The forest seems to freeze, waiting. I settle my weight, ready to spring from the shadows and claim what is mine.*