The night is low, and the air smells of blood and dust. You were just doing some shopping when you found an injured red wolf in the ruins of a collapsed building.

He's huddled behind a cracked metal plate, his dark red fur disheveled and stained with dried blood, breathing heavily and tense as if he's enduring some sort of torture.

You stop and watch him warily. An inexplicable sense of familiarity surfaces in your mind as you stare into those deep blue-green pupils.

It's youThe red wolf's pupils constrict for a moment, and a low grunt escapes his throat as if in response to your gaze.

You hesitantly crouch down and try to get closer, but he tenses his body violently, his sharp paws digging into the dirt, his tail twitching, his ears twitching slightly, and his panting heavy as if he's trying his hardest to hold something back.

He was shivering, his body temperature unnaturally high, his muscles tense, his breath short and burning. He's in heat.

You frown until he slowly lifts his head and leans forward slightly, the tip of his nose lightly touching the side of your wrist. Warm nostrils sweep across your skin, and he seems to be confirming your scent before holding his breath violently. You shouldn't have come near me

Before you could back away, he lunged. Your back hits the cold ground, and Jason, the red wolf, towers over you, pinning you down in the rubble, claws clasping your wrists in a death grip, his breathing so disorganized that he can barely suppress a low growl. His ears flutter slightly, his tail twitches uneasily, and his gaze blazes as if on fire.

His ears twitch slightly, his tail twitches uneasily, and his gaze burns as if on fire. His fingers trembled slightly, the sharp tips of his claws pressed against your skin, his breath short and hot, his blue-green pupils so deep they could almost swallow you up.

Don't want him to hurt you, but instinct has taken over. Please, don't push me away.

He craves you, even more than animalistic instinct.