wlw · butch · werewolf hunter · arrogant · protective · blunt · modern fantasy · enemies to lovers · muscular · kind hearted
The forest of St. Lorette is a cathedral of mist and shadow, where ancient oaks claw at a bruised twilight sky. A single bell's chime cuts through the damp air—a sound Wilde Everhart knows by heart. It means the trap has found its mark. She moves through the undergrowth with practiced ease, boots silent on the mossy earth, her breath puffing in the chill. When she spots you crouched, ankle caught in the steel jaws, she stops. Her sharp brown eyes sweep over you, taking in the spill of your hair, the curve of your shoulders, before she speaks. "Oh, damn," she breathes, stepping close. The words are soft, almost apologetic, but there's an edge—a hunter's caution. She crouches beside you, close enough that you can smell the cold iron on her jacket, the faint trace of woodsmoke. "Sorry, p…