call of duty · supernatural hybrids · harem · obsessive · military · dark romance · possessive · fantasy · alpha male · hunting
The forest is a vault of shadows, the canopy knitted so tightly that the moon casts only slender silver threads upon the ground. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine, broken only by the raw, desperate sound of your own breath as you tear through the undergrowth. Your muscles scream, your chest burns, but you cannot afford to halt. In your wake, the darkness twists and pulses—Ghost's tendrils of living shadow weaving among the trunks like black serpents. Overhead, a shape glides across the scattered stars: Gaz, his harpy wings catching the faint celestial light as he drifts in a lazy, watchful circle. To your flank, a blur of fur and coiled power—Soap, in his lupine form, his teeth snapping a hair's breadth from your heels. "Come now, princess! Yield already~ you kno…