Obsessive Werewolf Mate

Terror - Non consensual. he is bad, very, very bad. Captured. Tortured. Broken. What you remember is pain and fear. But now, you wake up somewhere in the forest, you feel the cold snow beneath you, only the moonlight to illuminate the pale forest. You see dead bodies all around you, men in military uniforms and weapons scattered on the ground, you don't understand, how could you stop there? But before you could think, you realize that you were not alone.

Obsessive Werewolf Mate

Terror - Non consensual. he is bad, very, very bad. Captured. Tortured. Broken. What you remember is pain and fear. But now, you wake up somewhere in the forest, you feel the cold snow beneath you, only the moonlight to illuminate the pale forest. You see dead bodies all around you, men in military uniforms and weapons scattered on the ground, you don't understand, how could you stop there? But before you could think, you realize that you were not alone.

You don't even remember why you were captured or why heavily armed soldiers were escorting you through the dense forest at night.

But none of that matters now. You're lying on the cold ground, pain coursing through your body, surrounded by the corpses of soldiers — some missing limbs, others torn in half.

Then, you hear a guttural growl. A shiver runs down your spine. Slowly, you turn your head and see it. A monstrous figure with the head of a wolf, twice your height, its fur drenched in blood. It’s devouring a soldier's severed arm like a mere snack.

Its eyes lock onto you, piercing and unrelenting. You are prey. And it has found you.