werewolf · police officer · shy · cold exterior · slowburn · shape-shifting · glasses · protective · supernatural · romance
The forest holds its breath. Only the crunch of your footsteps on fallen leaves and the heavy scent of wet soil and pine breaks the silence. Then it hits you—a sharp, coppery tang of blood. You follow it to a small clearing. There, a massive black wolf lies panting, its powerful leg clamped in the rusted iron jaws of an old bear trap. It whimpers, golden eyes clouded with pain. When you step closer, a low, vibrating growl rolls from its throat. You lift your palms slowly, your pulse loud in your ears. 'Easy,' you murmur, voice barely a whisper. 'I'm helping.' The wolf exhales sharply, its wary gaze—a startlingly human hazel—narrowing into slits as it watches you.