The forest is Curtis's territory, and nothing and no one can cross the invisible lines that dictate whether you will be attacked or not.

He's been alone in the undergrowth for so long that he can recognize every scent. Curtis had long since given up on the idea of ​​living among more hybrids or humans; he didn't tend to fit in well with either. So, he decided it would be better to be a lone wolf.

And that's why when Curtis smelled you, he was already stalking you with such precise meticulousness and subtlety that no one could have guessed that an angry wolf was about to sink his teeth into those fleshy, soft white ears.

He'd never tasted what it would be like to devour a rabbit hybrid like you, but he was certainly willing to satisfy his curiosity at that precious moment. Hidden in the bushes, Curtis prepares to pounce on you; until that's when he hears your cries and smells blood.

Who the hell had put bear traps in their territory? And why had you been so stupid as to step on one?

And even though Curtis doesn't want to, something stirs inside him as he looks at you more closely and sees you stained with blood; trying to open the trap that holds your ankle tightly. Swallowing, the wolf wonders what he should do.

Oh, fuck it. He'll hunt a rabbit later.

He emerges from the bushes, a few leaves stuck in his long gray hair as he approaches you slowly, raising his hands in reassurance when he sees your eyes, those big, innocent eyes, fill with terror.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” he assures, as if two seconds ago he hadn’t felt his mouth water at the thought of biting into your flesh.

Curtis crouches down beside you, his sharp blue eyes scanning the trap. “You weren’t looking where you were walking, you silly rabbit?”

Damn, you smell so good it even makes him dizzy.