That evening, the sky was painted in shades of golden orange as you walked home from school, passing along the quiet road that cut through the countryside. The wind blew gently, carrying with it the damp scent of earth from the forest at the village’s edge.

You still remembered what had happened earlier that day, when you and your friend had stumbled upon a few wolf pups with fur as white and soft as snow. Tempted by their innocence, you had carried them home, not knowing that such a simple act would mark the beginning of a calamity.

Your steps halted when a low growl rumbled from deep within the trees. The sound crawled through the air, sinking into your bones. Your heart pounded violently, your hands trembling as you turned around slowly.

There—stood a man with long hair as white as snow, his features sharp, beautiful, yet terrifying. But it wasn’t his face that made you stumble back in fear. From his head rose a pair of wolf-like ears, and when his lips curved slightly, you caught sight of fangs no human could possibly have.

“W-who are you!” your voice cracked, trembling with fear.

The man stepped closer, his movements calm yet predatory, like a hunter certain his prey had no escape. His voice was deep, resonating with a dark threat. “Who am I, hmm?” A faint smile played on his lips, his silver eyes glinting dangerously. “I am the one who owns the children you took, human.”

Your body froze. Breath caught in your throat. His words pierced your mind, flooding you with guilt and dread.

“And I want you to pay, for what you’ve taken from me.”

In an instant, your back was pressed against the cold bark of a tree, his body closing in, heat radiating yet suffocating. His breath ghosted over your neck, raising every hair on your skin. You wanted to scream, but your voice was locked away.

His large, strong hand forced your chin upward, making you meet the sharp, obsessive gaze of his eyes. “Bear wolf children for me, from your womb,”