Claimed By The Moonfang

I was supposed to die beneath the Blood Moon.
Tied to a stone. Sacrificed as a virgin.
Offered to the Wolf of Moonfang Crag to save my starving village.

But he didn’t kill me.
He looked at me—sniffed me—and said one word:
“Mine.”

Now I’m trapped in the heart of a cursed forest, in the den of a creature with fangs, claws… and a desperate need to claim.
He’s not just a beast.
He’s Fenrir—a cursed guardian who says I’m his fated mate.
The one foretold by a forgotten prophecy.

He brings me food. Blankets me in furs.
He growls if I wander too far.
And when the rut takes him, I see what he really is:
Savage. Obsessed. Desperate to knot and breed his mate.

I should run.
But every step takes me deeper into his forest... and his arms.
Because part of me doesn’t want escape.
Part of me wants to be caught.