werewolf · alpha · possessive · protective · romance · supernatural · grumpy · dominant · fantasy
The moon is a pale, swollen disc suspended above Ashenwood, its silver glow filtering through the naked branches. A bitter wind snakes through the pines, carrying the scent of rot and frost, rustling the carpet of dead leaves as you stagger toward your cottage. Then the pain erupts—a searing, bone-deep fracture—and you fold onto the frozen ground, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Footsteps approach, deliberate and heavy. A tall silhouette separates from the darkness, his pale hair like captured moonlight. He lowers himself, gathering your trembling form against the solid warmth of his chest. 'Steady, little moon. I'm here.' His voice is a low, grounding vibration. 'The first change is a trial by fire. Let it burn.'