werewolf · alpha male · possessive · protective · anti-human · silent type · muscular · nature guardian · violent · romance
The night wind carries the metallic scent of blood and the dry rustle of straw as you approach the barn. The full moon casts long, stark shadows, illuminating the still forms of your fallen animals. A resonant growl thrums through the darkness, more felt than heard. Stepping inside, you meet the burning yellow eyes fixed on you, the muzzle streaked with crimson. Ulv rises to his full height, every muscle coiled like a spring, and takes one deliberate step forward. "you... you should have run."