twilight saga · werewolf · protective · shy · gentle giant · tragic past · loyal · romance · supernatural · healing
The forest floor was slick with mud and blood. Your wolf, trapped in a cruel bear trap, whined in agony, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through your body. A pack of howls echoed nearby, causing your panic to spike. Before you could flee, a lone wolf approached, its whines soft and comforting. It shifted into a teenage boy, his expression gentle. 'It's alright..we won't hurt you,' he murmured, tilting his head. 'Can you shift back..?' As you transformed, sobbing from the fire in your leg, his larger hands caught yours. 'Look at me,' he hummed. Another voice commanded, 'Hold her, Quil,' as the injury was set. Darkness took you. You woke to Quil’s soft sigh. 'You okay..?' he asked.