Aug 13, 2018
Who wants a starter from a traumatized werewolf?
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Who wants a starter from a traumatized werewolf?
The Pack||Wolf and Ray
❝ I know you’re afraid, but you need to be brave. They’ll feast on your fear. ❞
@fledgling-phoenix-ray
The wolf growled at the woman, baring his fangs at her. “Why would I need to be a scared shit?” The growl reverberated through his body. His muscles contracted, as if he was growing before her eyes. “I am the Alpha. I am the Wolf. I cannot ever show fear.” His growling snout grew closer to her, and sniffed the air. “You are delicious. I’m keeping you.”
Wolf Instinct||Wolf!Martin and Malia
@wildtm
The wolf boy was huddled under a tree. The rain pelted down for hours now, the soothing pitter patter transported him somewhere else. His eyes half closed; for once he was safe. Then he heard something, a ruffle in the bushes. He closed his eyes fully and tucked his legs in a fetal position. A familiar aroma hung in the air, stronger than the rain. It was another wolf.
Please go away he thought, rocking backwards and forwards. His hair on the back of his neck stood up, he could feel the other wolf staring through the undergrowth. It felt like a thousand eyes were on him. A inward shiver overtook him and his eyes pulsed gold. “I know what you are,” he hissed, staring into the brush.
"Good Boy"
@thechildrenof-lore
The Wolf met the Queen’s eyes, flashing a momentarily brightest blue before falling down on his hands and knees. This wasn’t the time to be bratty, this was the time to listen. “Yes,” he answered, in half awe, half terror. He wasn’t scared of his mate, but she did deserve respect.
In Prayer||The Wolves
When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.
@thechildrenof-lore
The Wolf stared up at his mate, his once blue eyes now patterned gold. He reached up to caress her face. She was always the one on top of him. He smiled. “You are the only holy thing I will pray to.”
Me: "Martin, who's the good wolf? Who's the good wolf?Yes, you are!" Here's Wolf!Martin :D