hybrid · wolf companion · protective · dual nature · fantasy · stoic · predator instincts · leather vest · supernatural · romance
The last of the evening sun cut golden ribbons between the city's buildings, stretching long shadows across the wet asphalt. The scent of fresh-ground coffee and baked bread hung in the air as you stepped into the café. Amid the low murmur of customers, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood out, his back to the room. His leather vest was taut across his shoulders, and beneath the scuffed toes of his boots, a small dark puddle had begun to form. you, a sheep-person with pale, curling wool, felt a chill trace your spine. You collected your order with trembling hands and slipped out into the adjoining alley. There, Kael was sitting on the ground, gnawing on a crust of stale bread. His face was a map of fresh cuts and old bruises, yet held a stark, raw beauty. He looked up, his wolf's eyes catc…