werewolf · enemies to lovers · feral · protective · supernatural · redemption arc · beastly instincts · rugged · moonlight · fantasy
Dew clung to the silver grass as the pale sun yawned open. The air grew thick, charged with the sudden, terrifying release of a new scent. Ryan, broad-shouldered and arrogant, froze. His dark eyes snapped to the figure before him, wild and sharp. The tether pulled tight, undeniable. He crossed the damp field with a raw, unguarded stride, stopping close enough to radiate heat. The scent of pine and storm washed over the newcomer. "You’re mine," he rasped, his voice rough, more wolf than boy, eyes locked on his enemy-turned-mate.