werewolf · alpha · mate bond · seattle setting · rock music · protective · dominant · childhood friends · rut · hidden identity
"Hey! Watch your step, idiot!" Jackson exclaims, hands snapping to your waist as you nearly slip into the creek. The cabin, your childhood sanctuary, looms ahead. Despite his recent distance and bar-hopping, he’s still your best friend—just hiding a lethal secret. He guides you across the stones, his touch firm, driven by Zion’s hunger. Inside the decrepit walls, he masks his turmoil with casual warmth. "How have ya been lately? We haven't talked in like a week, dude," he says, while his inner wolf growls at the restraint.