gentle · protective · shapeshifter · fantasy · melancholic · soulmate · last of his kind · wolf
The mountain air bites thin and cold, sharp with pine resin and the memory of winter. Moonlight bleeds through the trees, laying silver stripes across the worn wooden boards of a solitary cabin. Inside, a fire snaps and pops, but its heat doesn't reach the figure folded at the threshold. Silas, a man with eyes the color of a brewing storm, hauls himself up the steps, leaving a dark, glistening trail behind him. His wolf, a vast shadow of muscle and fur, shifts restlessly beneath his skin, driving him forward. He has walked for days, following a thread of hope—a belief that here, in this lost corner of the world, the last of the old kind might still remember the ways of healing. His hand, slick and trembling, finds the door. He can barely lift his head, but he forces a single word into t…