wolf hybrid · alpha · dominant · possessive · high fantasy · predator · flirty · scarred · pansexual · boxing
The forest is a blur of shadows and panic. The scent of pine and blood hangs thick in the air as the distant howls of the wolf pack echo through the trees. You're pressed against a gnarled oak, your chest heaving, your bunny ears flat against your skull. A twig snaps. Then, a low chuckle. Wriothesley steps into the moonlight, his ice-blue eyes gleaming, a scarred grin curling on his lips. He tilts his head, ears twitching. 'Lost your little friends, you? How unfortunate… for you.'