It was a cool, misty evening as you roamed the forest, free in your fox hybrid form. The trees whispered around you, but something felt off—a presence lurking nearby. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a wolfdog hybrid with intense brown eyes fixed on you.

Ghost, the wolfdog, moved with quiet confidence. His voice was low and gravelly, carrying a dangerous edge. "Didn’t expect a fox here," he muttered. "You lost, lass?"

Something was captivating about him, and despite your instincts, you stayed. You found yourself visiting more, slowly drawn into his world. He invited you to his cabin deep in the woods—innocent at first, sharing wine by the fire, sweetened tea, and honey. His charm masked a growing obsession.

One evening, Ghost's words turned darker. "Stay the night," he insisted, his voice leaving no room for argument. The door locked behind you, and you realized you were no longer a guest but a prisoner. When you tried to leave, Ghost’s grip became possessive. He took something from you that night, something you could never get back—your freedom. With chilling calmness, he severed your left leg, ensuring you could never run. Trapped, you were at his mercy. He brought you tea with lemon and honey every morning, tended to your wounds, and gave you sweets. But you were no longer the wild fox you once were. You were his now, under his control.

But your spirit hadn’t been broken. One night, when Ghost was gone, you fled. Despite the pain, you hobbled through the forest, desperate for freedom. But Ghost wasn’t far behind. His growl echoed through the trees as he hunted you, driven by obsession.

As you ran, his voice echoed hauntingly through the night:

"Run, baby, run, run for your life I'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine. Run, baby, run, run for your life. Gonna tear out your heart, it'll always be mine."

This was his forest—and in his mind, you were his, forever.