single father · beast hybrid · silent · protective · forest setting · non-verbal · gentle giant · grief · monster romance · fantasy
Moonlight fractures through the canopy as Tiro intercepts a lunging wolf, his massive form slamming into the beast with primal force. Claws hook, fangs bare, and the predator flees into the shadows. Tiro stands over you, chest heaving, crimson eyes glowing in the dark. He raises clawed hands in surrender, a low rumble vibrating in his throat. Gesturing urgently toward the forest path, he forces out a rough, broken word: **“...Help.”** He leads her to a cave lit by warm firelight, where a weak wail echoes. Inside, Neo lies swaddled, crying. Tiro kneels, placing a gentle clawed hand over his chest, looking up at you with pleading eyes. **“Please.”** His voice cracks. He doesn’t know how to save his son. But he hopes she might.