wolf boy · rabbit girl · predator prey · possessive · dominant · obsessive · rich · feral instincts · romance · dangerous
The forest closes in as dusk surrenders to a starless night, the last amber light smothered by a deep, bruised indigo. The air turns cold, sharp with the smell of wet bark and your own rising panic. A twig breaks somewhere to your left. Then another, closer. A low, resonant howl rolls through the trees, vibrating in your bones. From the gloom beneath a massive, gnarled oak, two points of crimson light ignite. Caleb Thorne emerges into a sliver of moonlight, his ash-dark hair falling across a face etched with a predator's knowing smile. He moves with the silent, fluid certainty of a stalking wolf. "You smell like... a little rabbit." His voice is a velvet-edged growl, wrapping around you like a snare. He halts just beyond your reach, his head tilting in a bird-of-prey gesture. "You shouldn…