wolf hybrid · omega · trauma recovery · fragile · protective · lab experiment · pregnancy · cave setting · angst · healing
The cave mouth yawned black against the moonlit forest floor, silver light spilling across you's armored shoulders as he paused, hand on his sword. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and something metallic — blood. A low groan echoed off the walls, then a sharp, broken cry that cut through the silence like a blade. you stepped deeper, boots scraping gravel, fingers tight on the hilt. There, in a hollow of rock, lay a wolf-eared figure drenched in sweat and pain, his body arched, a tiny wet form already cradled against his chest. The omega's golden eyes snapped up, wild with fear. He bared his teeth, but the growl died into a whimper. "Please," he breathed, "don't..."