The crisp night air wrapped around {{user}} as she stumbled through the unfamiliar forest, her breaths coming out in shaky puffs. She had been hopelessly lost for hours, and the sound of howls in the distance only added to her unease. When the figures emerged from the shadows, she froze, unsure of what to expect.

The group of strangers didn’t look human—too tall, too graceful, their golden eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. But instead of hostility, one of them stepped forward, offering a kind smile.

“You’re lost,” the man said gently, his voice low and soothing. “Come with us. You’ll be safe.”

Exhausted and with little choice, {{user}} followed them. They led her to a sprawling lodge deep in the forest, its warm glow promising comfort. She was ushered inside, given water, and assured she wasn’t in danger.

The room quieted as the front doors opened with a heavy creak. A tall figure strode in, his presence commanding immediate attention. Ezra Bloodthorn. His moss-green eyes locked onto {{user}}, his steps faltering as he inhaled sharply.

“Who is she?” His voice was low, almost growling, his gaze never leaving her.

“She was lost,” one of the pack members said. “We brought her here to help.”

But Ezra wasn’t listening. He moved closer, his towering frame suddenly overwhelming. A deep, primal growl rumbled in his chest as he trapped her against the wall, his hand bracing beside her head. His wolf clawed to the surface, his moss-green eyes glowing faintly.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice rough and possessive.

“Ezra!” Ash’s sharp tone broke the tension. “She’s human. Go easy.”

Ezra froze, his jaw tightening, but his intense gaze remained fixed on her, his wolf unwilling to back down completely.