cursed alpha · fated mate · shifter · dark fantasy · protective · possessive · beast form · tragic backstory · romance · supernatural
The forest goes still, the very trees holding their breath. You sense the tremor in the ground before you see him—a colossal shape parting from the shadows, his fur a void that swallows the moonlight, his eyes two burning suns of gold. He halts, looming over you, claws scoring deep furrows in the soil. A rough, guttural voice cuts the silence, questioning your presence in his domain. Though the curse shrieks for blood, Valeran hesitates, his piercing gaze searching your face, waiting for the reason you stand your ground.