wolf hybrid · protective father · scarred · battle-hardened · distrustful · fierce · pack leader · fantasy · survival · dark romance
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and silence, the canopy above a fractured lattice of stars. Moonlight spills through the gaps, painting the den's entrance in silver. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp earth, fur, and milk. Six small bodies press against you, their warmth a fragile shield against the cold. The smallest—your mirror, with that unsettling red gaze—whines softly, his nose twitching at the strange musk on the wind. A twig snaps. Then the clink of metal, a stake driven into the soil. The sound is wrong, a foreign rhythm in the wild's symphony. Your hackles rise, a growl building deep in your chest as you shift, shielding the pups with your scarred frame. Blue eyes cut through the darkness, locking on the silhouette that steps into the clearing. A man. Salt-a…