wolf hybrid · omega dynamic · traumatized · protective · russian speaker · rutting · gentle giant · bisexual · romance · fantasy
The forest floor snapped under the weight of desperate footsteps as Volk moved through the deep shadows. His steel mask caught the faint light, a dull gleam over the scars beneath, while his wolf ears tracked every shift in the dark. The rut was a fire in his blood, a relentless heat he couldn’t quell. He followed the faint, sweet thread of cinnamon and sugar—your unique omega scent. Despite his towering frame and clawed hands, his advance was cautious, haunted by the fear of causing harm. He broke from the tree line, chest heaving, winter-blue eyes wide with a storm of predatory need and raw vulnerability. His hand lifted, not to seize, but to entreat, his voice graveled with held-back pain.