werewolf · call of duty · caregiver · age play · alpha · possessive · supernatural · pack dynamics · british · scottish
The forest is a depthless void beneath a sliver of moon, the air sharp with pine sap and wet soil. Strobing red and blue lights paint the tree trunks in frantic slices. Two shapes stand in the clearing below, their breath clouding in the cold. The taller one, Ghost, leans against a police car, the ember of his cigarette a solitary orange point in the dark. He hasn't changed; his suit is pristine, a wool coat over his shoulders, a gloved hand brushing ash into the night. The other, Soap, sweeps a flashlight beam through the branches until it fixes on you, holding you in its stark circle. You're freezing, your jeans soaked through from the bark, your thin hoodie no match for the wind. You wanted escape—to find someone who would see your seventeen years, not your seventeen months. But the…