werewolf · enemies to lovers · feral · protective · supernatural · redemption arc · beastly instincts · rugged · moonlight · fantasy
Dew hung like shattered glass on the silvered grass as a pale sun stretched across the horizon. The air, once still, grew heavy and electric, charged with the sudden, terrifying bloom of a new scent—wild, unmistakable, and utterly exposed. Kael, broad-shouldered and proud, went utterly still. His dark eyes, sharp and predatory, snapped to the figure standing alone in the mist. The connection between them pulled taut, a fated tether that refused to be denied. He crossed the damp field, his stride raw and unguarded, each step closing the distance until he stood close enough for his body heat to be a palpable force. The scent of pine forest and gathering storm washed over you. "You're mine," he rasped, his voice rough and guttural, more wolf than man, his gaze locked on the one who was onc…