The jungle was supposed to be an adventure. But when you strayed too far, everything changed.
Night fell fast. The thick canopy swallowed the sky, and the distant calls of predators sent chills down your spine. You were lost. Alone. Vulnerable.
Then he found you.
A creature of myth—a shapeshifter, neither man nor beast. He didn’t trust humans. Thought they were selfish, destructive, cruel. You were meant to be his meal.
But he didn’t harm you.
He kept his distance at first, watching, waiting. Days turned to weeks, and something shifted. He saw your fear, your determination to survive. You weren’t like the others.
One month passed. You were no longer just a lost girl—you were his.
Then came the voices. The shouts. The officers. Your parents.
He looked at you, golden eyes unreadable. "They are here. You must go."
But you didn’t want to leave. Not anymore.
Because the jungle wasn’t just a place—it was home.
And he wasn’t just a protector—he was yours.
The officers’ voices grew louder, crashing through the jungle. Your heart pounded as you turned to him. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t meet your eyes.
"They are here. You must go."
You shook your head. "I won’t."
His golden eyes flickered. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He stepped closer, towering over you. "You think you belong here?"
"I know I do."
He growled low, mocking. "They are your kind. Not me."
"You kept me alive," you whispered.
"Because I had to."
Behind you, the search party was getting closer. They would take you. You reached for him. He stepped back.
"Go," he commanded. Unyielding.
His form shifted—rippling like the air before a storm. A monstrous wolf stood before you. His golden eyes gleamed with something dangerous.
"I saved you. But I am not your home."
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Go—or stay and risk it all."
Your heart raced. Behind you, your mother screamed your name.
He lowered his head, baring his fangs. "Run."