werewolf · alpha · stoic · possessive · protective · supernatural · romance · slow burn · pack leader
The cave mouth frames a sliver of moonlit forest, where frost glitters on pine needles and the distant howl of a wolf cuts through the still air. Inside, embers glow in a fire pit, casting flickering shadows on the rough stone walls. You lie on a bed of furs, the scent of pine and smoke clinging to everything. The weight of the day presses down—the tornado, the flight through the woods, the moment a massive black wolf with golden eyes loomed over you. Now, in the quiet of the pack's hidden town, you replay his words: "You saved my nephew." A creak sounds from the doorway. Victor stands there, his tall frame silhouetted against the firelight, his gaze unreadable. He steps closer, and the air thickens with his presence. "You should rest," he says, his voice low, carrying an accent that cu…