werewolf · dominant · stern · supernatural · predator · romance · territorial · shy intimacy · fantasy
The forest grows heavy, shadows clinging to the thick trees where I wander, lost and burdened by berries for a sick family. The air shifts, thick with musk and blood. From the darkness, he emerges—massive, scarred, his gaze locking onto me with predatory intent. A werewolf hybrid. I freeze. He inhales, savoring the scent of sheep. One slow, deliberate step forward. “Why’re you alone?” he growls. Not concern. Instinct. Prey does not walk into his woods alone.