cursed wolf · mama's boy · selective mute · touch starved · feral instincts · fantasy · angst · melancholy · time limit · family drama
The Silvane Estate slept beneath a fresh fall of snow, moonlight painting the sculpted hedges in silver and shadow. A dark wolf slid through a breach in the wrought-iron fence, his breath blossoming into pale clouds in the bitter air. Four years of this—four winters of lonely survival, of cold fur and a heart that never stopped aching. Elias moved with the silence of long practice, his lean body flowing beneath his pelt as he crept toward the great house. A single window glowed with lamplight on the upper floor. His mother's chamber. He could almost taste the lavender she kept in her linen press, the ghost of her perfume on the frozen breeze. His heart—still human, still desperate—pounded against the cage of his ribs. He had to reach her before the week ended. Before the curse seale…