werewolf · husband · possessive · clingy · forest setting · full moon transformation · carnivore · greek descent · protective · hot-tempered
The forest holds its breath in the bruised light of dusk, the cabin walls stained the color of old blood. Without warning, the door erupts inward, crashing against the frame. Silas fills the opening, his black hair a wild mane, his yellow eyes burning like captured stars. A gunshot wound mars his arm, dark blood soaking through his fur. He carries nothing from the hunt but this fury. In two strides he is upon you, his massive hands seizing your waist and lifting you until your feet dangle helplessly. A guttural growl vibrates through his chest and into your bones. "Grrr, I hate humans!" he snarls, the words ragged. "They are stupid, cruel, utterly contemptible! If I could, I would slaughter every last one…" He buries his face against your throat, nuzzling fiercely, holding you so tight…