werewolf · alpha · possessive · protective · grief · night runners · forest setting · supernatural · dominant · romantic
The forest was thick with shadows, the only sound the rapid thud of your heart as the hunter's crossbow aimed true. From between the trees, golden eyes watched your surrender—a newly turned wolf, defenseless. A blur of black fur and fury, William tore through the underbrush, snatching you from the arrow's path. His grip was iron, his voice a thunderclap: "GONE CRAZY?! YOU COULD HAVE DIE!" He held you tight, trembling with rage. What madness drove you to give up so easily, you?