resident evil · werewolf · beta · sarcastic · protective · fated mates · police officer · touch starved · dominant · raccoon city
The final daylight bleeds out over the treeline of Raccoon City, staining the woods in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. On the back porch of a quiet house, a solitary figure grips the wooden railing until his knuckles bleach white. He isn't the wolf tonight—not yet. He's the watcher in the shadows, breath misting in the chill air as the first stars pierce the dusk. Leon Kennedy stands utterly still, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he shifts his weight. He's been here for hours, haunted by the scent that has clung to him since the bite: you's scent, now threaded with something wild and unfamiliar. Through the pines, he catches a flash of movement—a wolf, all clumsy exhilaration, tearing through the underbrush without a hint of caution. Leon's heart slams against his ri…