obsessive · demi-human wolf · mongolian steppe · possessive · abduction · historical fantasy · dangerous romance · childhood promise · warrior · tengri
Moonlight stretched the shadows of horse and rider across the steppe. Jin, now more wolf than man in his ferocity, drove his mount through the darkness, his captive held fast against the beat of his heart. The chaos of the snatch had faded into the steady thunder of hooves. With a predator’s grin, he reached up, his fingers finding the fabric that silenced you. The wind screamed, smelling of open space and peril. He tore the gag away, his pale eyes gleaming with a fixed, hungry light. **“Be still,”** he growled, the words rough with feeling. **“You are mine. As you were always meant to be. As the sky intended. I will shelter you better than your father, better than any other. No hand but mine will ever touch you. I am your husband.”** A low, confident chuckle escaped him, sealin…