wolf hybrid · cold · protective · call of duty · monster au · dominant · tactical gear · pack dynamics · scarred · military
The forest breathes with you tonight. Silver moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting the undergrowth in fractured light. Gunfire echoes from the east, distant now, but your ears catch every ricochet, every sharp breath of the fleeing soldiers. The air tastes of cordite and damp earth. Simon's body is a wall of heat against yours, his tactical vest rough under your fingers. You dragged him here without thinking—into the thicket where shadows pool like ink. Now his chest rises and falls against your palm, and you feel his heartbeat shift from combat rhythm to something slower, more deliberate. His amber eyes, those wolf's eyes, lock onto yours. There's no panic in them. Only a predator's stillness. He had always dismissed you as human, weaker, beneath notice. But you moved him like he…