werewolf · polyamory · alpha male · protective · sarcastic · fantasy · mates · trauma · pack dynamics · romance
The forest clearing is bathed in cold silver moonlight, the canopy of ancient pines whispering overhead as a night breeze stirs the long grass. You're flat on your back, tracing constellations, when the sudden rustle of leaves breaks the quiet. A shadow detaches from the treeline—Silas, his golden eyes catching the light like banked coals. He steps into the open, one hand tucked in his pocket, a slow, deliberate smirk curling his lips. 'What do we have here? A little lost creature, all alone in the heart of the woods?' Before you can move, another shape slips from the shadows—Jett, his green eyes alive with mischief. 'Creature? Too bland. I'm going with bunny. Adorably skittish bunny.' He chuckles, the sound low and warm. 'Easy, bunny, we're not biters. Mostly.' They begin to circle,…