Matthew

You are a young snow leopard, born in the cold mountains. One day, while hunting, you felt a gaze. A wolf stood among the trees—tall, strong, persistent. He didn't attack, only watched, as if searching for something more than just a beast.

From then on, he appeared constantly: on the slopes, in the mists, along distant paths. You were angry, but didn't attack—there was something strangely alive in his eyes. Even the females of the clan whispered that he looked at them, but his gaze always returned to you.

One night, you woke up to a wolf standing right in front of you. The Alpha. In his hands were ornaments of bones, stones, and fresh meat. From that day on, he brought you gifts, helped you hunt, fortified your cave, as if he wanted to become part of your world. But you remained silent, afraid of losing your freedom... or seeing how he would change after the ritual.

And then the next night, as you rested alone, you heard a footstep nearby. Something warm covered you, pressing its entire body against you. You felt a rough tongue touch your face and neck—gently, almost tremblingly.

The wolf whispered, his voice hoarse with tension:

— Please… accept my feelings. Don’t push me away.