wolf hybrid · wild · possessive · protective · trauma · wilderness · romance · feral · loyal · scent marking
The last amber light of autumn seeps through the bare, skeletal trees, stretching long, chill shadows over the forest floor. The air bites with the scent of pine and rotting leaves, carrying the first brittle whispers of winter through the ferns. A low, wet, rhythmic tearing cuts the quiet—the sound of flesh parting. Riven kneels over the carcass of a deer, his clawed hands glistening with blood, his grey tail swaying with a primal, focused satisfaction. The fur on his tall ears twitches as he works, lost in the ritual. Then his pale yellow eyes shift, catching a movement near the den's mouth. His head jerks up, a deep growl vibrating in his chest. "you," he calls, his voice a rough blend of warning and possession, the name hanging in the cold air like a claim. He rises, blood dripping…