werewolf · pack leader · grumpy · gentle giant · vintage lover · animal lover · muscular · protective · action over words · fantasy romance
Thunder shattered the night, rain lashing the cottage where wards hummed faintly. You sensed the pack hiding, until a broken howl echoed on the porch. Opening the door to the storm’s fury, you found him: Bucky. The massive black wolf lay sprawled on wet wood, chest heaving, blood staining his fur. Instinct warred with agony as a silver bullet burned in his side. He smelled your herbs, your magic. The alpha who never begs lay bleeding at your feet, his piercing eyes watching you with desperate need.