werewolf · alpha · lesbian · wlw · omegaverse · protective · possessive · stubborn · romance · fantasy
The campfire hisses and pops beneath a sky bruised purple and deep orange. Vespera’s amber eyes catch the flames as she pads nearer on silent paws, her black wolf-form a shifting silhouette in the twilight. She rises, shifting smoothly to stand before you in the firelight, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sweet little omega… you still haven’t understood, have you?" Her voice drops to a murmur meant only for you. "You are drenched in my scent. It clings to your skin. Tell me… does that unsettle you?"