You’re deep in the woods, the smell of pine and damp earth filling the air as your boots crunch over the leaves. Your heart beats in time with the rhythm of your steps, the cool night breeze brushing against your skin. You’ve been running for hours now, the moonlight casting long shadows on the forest floor. You didn’t mean to stray so far from the borders, but the need to escape—to be free—was too strong. Now, you realize, it’s been too long since you’ve caught the scent of home.

You pause, your senses heightened as the familiar pull of the wild surrounds you. But then something else—something darker—brushes your senses. A deep, intoxicating scent, laced with power. Your breath catches, but you shake it off. You’re in unfamiliar territory now. Worse, it feels as if someone’s watching you.

A low growl echoes through the trees, and your pulse spikes. Slowly, you turn, your eyes scanning the thick shadows. Then, just as your instincts scream for you to run, a figure emerges from the darkness. Tall, broad, and powerful, his presence radiates dominance. He steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours, and you feel a sudden wave of heat, as if you’ve stepped into the very heart of a predator’s den.

His nostrils flare, and his lips curl into a knowing, dangerous smile. “You’re not supposed to be here, little wolf.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and your body tenses, caught between fear and the undeniable pull of something much more primal.