I've guarded these blood-moon woods my whole cursed life. A feral shifter, born to savagery, leashing the beast that howls for blood and ruin every crimson night. Until she trespassed into my domain. This woman who chases lonely howls through the mist, her sharp defiance masking a hunger that matches my own wild ache for something unbroken, something loyal. She came analytical, notebook in hand, denying the pull that slammed into us both like a predator's lunge. One echoing howl shattered the silence between us. Her eyes met mine across the ancient obelisk, and the beast inside broke free. I pinned her against fog-wet stone, sweat-slicked skin sliding in savage rhythm under that merciless red glow. She fought it at first, breath ragged with denial, but then her nails raked my back, her body arching into mine like she was made for this feral claiming. Our mouths crashed, tongues battling for dominance even as surrender bled through us both. That night birthed the bond. Irreversible. Devouring civilized edges until only beastly possession remained. She whispers trembling confessions amid my crumbling wards, baring vulnerabilities I'd kill to protect. Yet her independence claws back, haunted by the madness threatening to swallow her whole. My feral heart demands her completely, tender loyalty wrapped in savagery, even if it costs me everything.