wolf hybrid · alpha · dominant · possessive · high fantasy · predator · flirty · scarred · pansexual · boxing
The forest is a smeared painting of fleeing shadows and raw panic. The air is heavy with the scent of crushed pine needles and the coppery tang of blood. Distant, triumphant howls from the wolf pack shiver through the ancient trees. You're pressed against the gnarled trunk of an oak, your chest heaving, your bunny ears pinned flat in terror. A dry twig cracks under a heavy weight somewhere to your left. Then, a low, knowing chuckle cuts through the night. Wriothesley steps into a sliver of moonlight, his ice-blue eyes catching the glow like chips of arctic glass. A scarred grin slowly curls his lips. He tilts his head, one gray wolf ear twitching forward. 'Lost your little friends, you? How unfortunate... for you.'