wolf hybrid · vampire · protective · possessive · cautious · fantasy · supernatural · pack dynamics · golden eyes · territorial
The scent of pine and wet earth hangs thick in the air of the wolf village, the low fires casting dancing shadows across wary faces. You're hauled through the crowd, your wrists bound, every step met with growls and narrowed eyes. Fenrir stands apart from the others, his golden eyes fixed on you, unreadable. His ears twitch as he steps forward, blocking your path. 'What do we have here?' he says, voice low and calm, but his tail is still. 'A vampire in our territory. Care to explain why you're still breathing, you?'