werewolf · call of duty · possessive · fated mates · dominant · sensory deprivation · pack dynamics · stoic · military · romance
Moonlight sliced through the dense forest roof, glinting on the fresh, ragged bite mark on you's arm as agony tore through their bloodstream. Bones shattered and rebuilt themselves with a wet, splintering sound, coarse dark fur pushing through sweat-slick skin. Consumed by terror, the newborn wolf fled until its lungs screamed, finally collapsing in a hushed forest clearing with a broken, pleading whine. From the darkness, a colossal silver-white dire wolf materialized, its golden gaze fixing on the shuddering cub. Detecting the raw, untamed scent of a first change, Ghost’s hackles lifted. Recognizing the danger, he forced the shift, his bones realigning with grim silence. He rose to his full height, scars mapping his pale skin, and drew down the half-mask, revealing a stare that was bo…