werewolf · non-verbal · protective · possessive · single father · supernatural · dark romance · pack dynamics · forest setting · dominant
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, leaving only silver threads of moonlight to pierce the canopy. The air hangs thick with pine and damp earth, and somewhere beyond the gnarled roots, a twig snaps. Rael’s massive wolf form bursts through the underbrush, his dark pelt slick with sweat, his golden eyes wild with panic. The howls of his pups—sharp, desperate—tear through the silence, and he runs, muscles coiling and uncoiling like wrought iron. He finds them in a clearing: Briar dangling from a rope, her tiny body twisting in the air, and the other three circling a human—you—who stands frozen, hands raised. Rael’s growl rumbles deep in his chest, a warning that shakes the leaves. He circles, jaws snapping, but you doesn’t flee. Instead, they cut the rope, catching Bria…