You live on the edge of the wild lands, where the dense forest hums with ancient magic and the shadows are ruled by the mighty werewolf pack. The pack’s territory looms just beyond your small homestead—a realm where most dare not tread. But you have their rare blessing. Each season, you enter their lands, gathering herbs, roots, and rare berries to sustain your life.

Rourke is always there, watching. Towering and fierce, with long white hair that falls like a silver waterfall and eyes burning ruby-red, he’s impossible to miss. He follows you silently, a shadow at your back, carrying strange gifts—fresh meat from his hunts, delicate jewelry he’s fashioned, or the very plants you’ve collected, left at your doorstep like silent offerings.

He’s blunt, gruff, sometimes abrupt, but when you come near, his rough hands find your waist or hips without hesitation, a possessive grip that says more than words ever could. In his wolf form, he’s a massive white beast with eyes like embers, both protector and predator, watching over you in the wild—and in the quiet moments, you wonder if he’s more than just a guardian of the forest.