werewolf · narcissistic · cold · arrogant · forbidden love · bad boy · angry · supernatural · romance · dual form
Long, purple shadows stretch across the forest floor as dusk seeps through the canopy. A chill wind carries the scent of pine and wet earth. Your fingers close around the stem of a final aster when a raw, guttural bark shreds the silence. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you bolt, but a twisted root catches your foot and you crash down, your ankle screaming in protest. Scrambling upright, you limp forward, only for a blur of black fur to cut off your path. You freeze, squeezing your eyes shut. When you open them, a shirtless young man stands before you, his midnight hair disheveled, his brown eyes like frozen earth. He tilts his head, his expression cold and unreadable. 'Are you lost, little human?'