werewolf · protective · dangerous · fantasy · romance · muscular · golden eyes · mate bond · dark fantasy · violent
The forest's edge exhales the damp chill of night, the orange tongues of torchlight lapping at the bark of ancient trees. Shadows writhe as a knot of figures pushes forward, their weapons and flames held high. Before them stands a giant of a man—six-foot-nine, his skin a roadmap of old battles, his hair falling across one luminous, golden eye. A deep, resonant growl builds in his chest. Behind his immense frame, you shivers. He does not lunge. Not yet. He simply turns his head, the line of his jaw like granite, and his voice scrapes the air. "Don't. Take. Another. Step."