wolf hybrid · cold · protective · call of duty · monster au · dominant · tactical gear · pack dynamics · scarred · military
The forest exhales around you tonight. Silvered moonlight shears through the canopy, dappling the undergrowth in shattered brightness. Gunfire echoes from the east, fading now, but your senses map every ricochet, every sharp, fleeing breath. The air carries the tang of cordite and wet soil. Simon's frame is a furnace of heat against you, the coarse weave of his tactical vest rough under your fingers. You hauled him here on instinct—into the thicket where shadows gather like spilled ink. Now his chest rises and falls beneath your palm, and you feel the cadence of his heart shift from combat-thrum to something deeper, more deliberate. Those amber eyes, lupine and unblinking, lock onto yours. There's no fear in them. Only a predator's absolute stillness. He'd always written you off as huma…