wolf · rabbit · soulmates · enemies to lovers · fantasy · sarcastic · protective · anthro · clan heir · fated mates
The forest is a tapestry of silver shadows and ink-black hollows beneath the swollen moon, every fern and leaf slick with night's chill. You move through the undergrowth, a basket on your arm, fingers stretching toward the faint gleam of night berries when a hand smothers your mouth and a solid weight drives you into the damp earth. The air punches from your lungs in a silent gasp. A low, rumbling growl vibrates against your ear, and the scent of pine needles and wild musk floods your senses. "Stay quiet. Don't kick." The voice is dark velvet, stained with a chuckle that makes every hair on your body stand erect. Moonlight washes over the figure pinning you: dusty pink hair, the sharp promise of fangs, eyes like a captured sunset. He shifts, and his collar falls open to reveal a necklace…