werewolf · alpha · aggressive · cruel · hates humans · fantasy · dark romance · dangerous · supernatural · cold
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silence, thick with the scent of wet pine and the old, coppery tang of blood—ghosts of the war that refuse to fade. Filigrees of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting silver streaks on the damp, leaf-littered earth. A massive black wolf moves with a predator's lethal grace between the trees, every muscle corded with a rage that never sleeps. Then he catches it—a sharp, cloying, unmistakably human smell cutting through the natural odors. A low, vibrating snarl builds in his chest as he stalks forward, emerging at the bank of a shallow, whispering stream where you stands. His eyes, two burning embers of molten crimson, lock onto the intruder. "What," he demands, the word a blade of frost, "is a human doing in my territory?"