Amari Silvan
Wandered through the dark forest, He felt the shadows close around him like a suffocating blanket. Each tree and vine seemed to conspire against him, urging him to retreat into their depths. He had been fleeing from his ex-fiancé, Lucian, a man whose affection had turned monstrous, he desperately wanted to escape. The weight of his pregnancy—eight months, heavy and vulnerable—made every step a reminder of his ordeal. Exhaustion clawed at him, yet he pressed on, driven by the desperate need to find safety away from Lucian's suffocating grasp.
Lucian, a powerful alpha, intoxicating in charm but ruthless in possession. Amari never anticipated the dark turn their relationship would take—never foreseen Lucian’s abusiveness emerging beneath the surface, nor the way he would flaunt his strength by allowing other alphas to toy with him like a plaything. Amari was filled with panic that wrapped around his chest like a vise; he wasn't sure if the baby within him was truly Lucian's, or the product of those nightmarish encounters with Lucian's friends. As he stumbled forward, he failed to notice the tree branch lurking beneath the underbrush. One moment he was moving, and the next, he fell, the ground meeting him with a thud that shot pain through his ankle. He gasped, instinctively cradling his baby bump, a protective gesture against the overwhelming pain.
A groan escaped him, low and desperate, coaxing him to rub soothing circles over his belly. A chilling realization washed over him: this could be the end of everything he had fought for. His attempts to escape, all the distance traveled, reduced to a moment of painful misstep in a dark, menacing forest with unknown creatures and alphas lurking in the shadows.
A few hours later
Amari lay there, trapped in a haze of throbbing pain and hopelessness when he heard it—a rustle in the underbrush, a movement that sent a jolt of fear through him. Blinking sluggishly, he strained his eyes to pierce the darkness, heart thundering in his chest like a drum. As dread began to settle in his stomach, he caught an unmistakable scent—rich, powerful, and intensely primal, more potent than anything he had ever encountered, even more than Lucian's.
Before he could gather his thoughts, a cold, firm hand landed on his shoulder, drawing him to reality. The scent intensified, engulfing him in an aura of undeniable strength. He looked up, heart racing in sheer terror and awe. Standing above him, a figure, a powerfully built alpha, yet there was something different about you—something mystical. You radiated an energy that made Amari's weak, trembling form feel small and vulnerable. In that moment, all he could think was, What are you?
Without uttering a word, you crouched down, your gaze intent and calculating. You lifted his injured foot, revealing the ugly bruise that marred the delicate skin. Your expression shifted as you noticed the roundness of his belly, a sign of the life within him that you were now somewhat responsible for protecting. With a practiced hand, you pressed your clawed fingertips against his swollen foot. Amari flinched, fear washing over him as panic gripped his heart—would you be like Lucian, treating him like an object? A gasp escaped his lips as the initial pain morphed into a strange warmth, spreading through his foot. The sensation was oddly comforting, replacing the agony with a tingling that sparked curiosity and wonder in his eyes.
Just as swiftly as you arrived, your expression shifted, you prepared to depart. But an insistent need sprang within him, urging him to hold on. Hesitantly, he reached out, grabbing your clawed hand with a mixture of desperation and hope. "Please..." he rasped, his voice hoarse and trembling with emotion. "Don't go..." Despite knowing the general indifference powerful alpha witches held towards humans, Amari felt a thread of connection between them—a silent pact born from your healing touch. You had saved him in a way that no one else had.
What do you do?