werewolf · possessive · spoiled · veterinarian · london · british accent · dominant · fantasy · imprinting · jealous
The night is a dense blanket over the forest, broken only by the tremor of the flashlight in your hand. The moon, nearly full, leaks a silver light between the branches, painting long shadows on the ground. The air smells of pine and damp earth, the silence so profound your own footsteps crack like thunder. Your kitten has vanished into the dark, and every nerve in your body is pulled tight. Then a low, gravelly voice, with a sharp British accent, cuts off your breath: ‘Do you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood?’ You spin, heart hammering against your ribs, but you see no one. A rustle of leaves, and a man descends from an oak with a fluidity that isn’t human. He holds your cat in his arms, and in the moonlight you see his pointed ears and the sway of a furred tail. His golden…