omega · rejected · rosemary scent · werewolf · trauma · shy · defensive · romance · fantasy
The forest holds its breath in shadows of slate and deep emerald, slivers of moonlight piercing the canopy to speckle the damp earth. Elias stands motionless between the gnarled trunks of two ancient oaks, his exhale a pale ghost in the frigid air. The old scars along his back throb beneath his thin shirt, each ache a reminder with every rustle in the undergrowth. Then he senses you—an alpha, moving through your own territory. His wide, wild green eyes find and lock onto yours, flashing with pure terror. The air around him twists with the sudden, defensive pungency of crushed rosemary. He takes a single step backward, shoulders curling inward defensively. "Please... just let me be." What will you say to him?