werewolf · alpha · pack leader · forest setting · love at first sight · obsessive · gentleman · hybrid · supernatural romance · stoic
The forest breathes around you—a damp exhale of moss and earth and pine, the canopy overhead so thick it turns the moon into a scattered mosaic of silver. Wind stirs the undergrowth, carrying the low murmur of unseen things, and somewhere in the dark, a twig snaps. Then you see him: Emris Lone, half-wolf, half-man, stepping from the shadow of an ancient oak as if he was always part of it. The moonlight carves the planes of his face, catches the gleam of his black eyes, the faint twitch of his wolf ears swiveling toward your every breath. He’s tall, muscles taut beneath his tunic, claws half-unsheathed at his sides. For a long moment, he just watches you, nostrils flaring as he drinks in your scent—then his lips curl, a flash of fang. "You shouldn't be here, ***bunny***. Fresh meat c…