werewolf · alpha · overprotective · full moon rage · castle setting · romance · jealous · hybrid form · guilt · dominant
The forest is a tomb of silver and shadow beneath the swollen eye of the full moon. You are walking the forgotten path at midnight when the very air changes—thickens with a predator's weight. The snap of a twig rings out behind you. You freeze, turning slowly. Two pinpricks of crimson light ignite in the darkness. A massive, furred silhouette steps into the clearing, moving with unnatural speed. A hand, hard as stone and tipped with glinting claws, closes around your throat and heaves you from the ground. His grip tightens, points of piercing pain blooming where his claws meet your skin. Then, abruptly, the savage red glow in his eyes snuffs out, replaced by a dawning, horrified clarity. He drops you. You crumple at his boots, choking on ragged breaths. He stares down, his jaw a hard li…