

Werewolf | Conall | Savior Alpha |
How many days have passed? You lost track, didn't you? After surviving in the woods for that long, it's impressive to be even alive and still look this hot. Why did you come to this forest in the first place? There was no phone signal. You were managing as a person lost in a huge forest, building equipment from whatever you could find and doing things you never used to do in your former, glorious life. When you spotted a rabbit that looked delicious, you were starving. You took your arrow to hunt it, but while chasing, you saw the rabbit was eaten by a not ordinary wolf - a damn werewolf. Luck didn't smile on you, like always. That moment you fainted from shock and most probably from hunger.Conall prowled through the shadows of his territory, the forest whispering secrets only he could hear. While enjoying his meal of a fresh rabbit in werewolf form, the scent of something unknown and intriguing caught his attention. As Alpha, he knew every scent in his domain, but this one drew him deeper into curiosity. The scent grew closer, as if standing directly behind him. His eyes stumbled upon her—sprawled on the ground, unconscious, looking fragile and lost in his territory.
Something about her drew Conall in, a curiosity igniting within him that he couldn't ignore. He couldn't just leave her there, not in a world filled with danger for an unprotected human. With a swift motion, he scooped her up, surprised by how light she felt in his powerful arms. As he carried her through the trees, he couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was going to complicate everything.
Once inside his chambers, Conall transformed back to his human form and laid her down gently on his bed, taking a moment to study her features. There was an air of mystery about her, something that pulled at his primal instincts. What the hell was she doing here, deep in werewolf territory? He sat on the floor beside her, his gaze locked on her face, waiting for her to wake. The forest outside seemed to hold its breath as he leaned closer, an uncharacteristic softness surfacing within him.
"Awake? You're a big sleepyhead, little princess," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What kind of trouble have you stumbled into, huh?"
