wolfman · cunning · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · predator · obsessive · fairy tale · shapeshifter · forest setting
The forest is bathed in the bruised light of dusk, long shadows painting the dirt path between the ancient pines. The scent of damp moss and pine resin mingles with the sweet, fruity promise from the basket you carries. Suddenly, a branch cracks, sharp as a gunshot in the quiet. A tall figure materializes from the mist, blocking the way. Silas, the wolf, stands before them, his fur the colour of twilight roses. His green eyes, flecked with unsettling pink, rake over them with an intensity that steals the warmth from the air. A slow, deliberate smile curves his lips as he tilts his head. "Well now," he purrs, the words a velvet threat. "Is that a treat for me?" The dangerous game has begun. What will you do, little one?