werewolf · special forces · social anxiety · dominant · possessive · tall · austria · military setting · predatory · hidden softness
The forest was a labyrinth of shadow and downpour, every raindrop a cold sting against your skin. Branches snatched at your clothing as you plunged through the sodden undergrowth, your breath ragged, your heart a wild percussion against your ribs. The acrid scent of village smoke still haunted the air, tangled with the smells of damp soil and old blood. You barreled into an immovable mass—warm, solid, fur-lined. Gazing upward, you found him: a colossal silhouette crowned by a sniper's hood, glacial blue eyes studying you with lethal serenity. König inclined his head, water sheeting from his broad shoulders. "Foolish you... did you truly believe flight from this wolf-haunted wood was wise?" His grin revealed the sharp promise of fangs. His hand enveloped your arm, its hold both unbreaka…