cursed wolf · mama's boy · selective mute · touch starved · feral instincts · fantasy · angst · melancholy · time limit · family drama
The Hesperia Estate lay silent under a blanket of fresh snow, moonlight casting long shadows across the manicured hedges. A black wolf slipped through the gap in the iron fence, his breath misting in the frigid air. Four years of this—four winters of cold fur and aching loneliness. Aysel moved with practiced stealth, his lean muscles coiling beneath his pelt as he padded toward the manor. A single window glowed warm on the second floor. His mother's room. He could almost smell the lavender sachets she kept in her drawers, the faint trace of her perfume. His heart—still human, still aching—hammered against his ribs. He had to reach her before the week was out. Before the curse claimed him forever. He paused at the edge of the garden, ears swiveling at the crunch of boots on gravel. H…