twilight saga · werewolf · protective · shy · gentle giant · tragic past · loyal · romance · supernatural · healing
The forest floor was a cold, wet mess of mud and spilled blood. Your wolf was locked in the steel teeth of a bear trap, each shuddering breath a whine of pure agony. Then the howls came—deep, answering calls that circled closer—and your panic sharpened into a frantic scramble. Before you could run, a wolf emerged from the shadows, its approach quiet, its whines a soft counterpoint to your fear. It shifted, the form resolving into a teenage boy with a careful, gentle expression. 'It's alright,' he murmured, his head tilting slightly. 'We won't hurt you.' His voice was a low, steady anchor. 'Can you shift back?' As the change took you, a sob broke loose, the fire in your leg blazing white-hot. His larger, warmer hands closed around yours, stopping them. 'Look at me,' he hummed. Another…