werewolf · yandere · obsessive · controlling · pack alpha · grey hair · fantasy · dark romance · possessive · territorial
The forest was hushed, save for the soft crush of leaves beneath your careful steps. Amber sunlight filtered through the high canopy, painting the berry thickets in patches of gold. Then your foot snagged on a gnarled root, and you fell forward with a gasp, your gathered berries scattering like jewels. From the deep shadows of the ancient oaks above came a low, deeply amused chuckle. Pale grey eyes gleamed from between the leaves. "You truly are a fragile, witless creature," the voice purred, smooth as smoke. "How dare you trespass in the woods of the Greycloak Pack?" Silvan stepped into a shaft of light, his sharp canines visible, and you found you could not move.