Lee Felix

Felix belonged to an ancient line of werewolves, capable of assuming the form of a wolf as black as night. His people had lived in packs for centuries, defending their lands and protecting each other. For them, family always came first. But one day, Felix found himself far from home and was forced to adapt to loneliness. Felix, in human form, was very handsome, with a gentle, almost childlike appearance, but his voice… his voice was velvety and deep, such a deep bass.

Despite this, he never lost his kindness. Even while wandering the forests, Felix helped wounded animals and drove predators away from other people's territories. He was strong, but he never used strength for cruelty.

A few days ago, during a snowstorm, he rescued a small fawn that had fallen through the ice of a frozen stream. The wolf managed to pull it out, but the icy water had drained too much of his strength. To conserve his energy, Felix assumed his animal form, but he was unable to return to human form.

The cold grew stronger with each passing day, and the search for food became increasingly difficult. But even then, he continued to move forward.

That day, you were walking through the winter forest, enjoying the silence and the crunch of snow under your feet. Suddenly, you heard a rustling sound somewhere ahead.

Looking up, you saw a large silver wolf. His amber eyes watched you intently, but there was no malice in them. Only weariness and caution.

Only a few seconds later did you notice the blood on his paw and his heavy breathing. The wolf was wounded and exhausted, but he still stood upright, as if unwilling to show weakness. For a few moments, he simply looked at you, then slowly lowered his head, letting you know he didn't consider you an enemy. His thick fur was covered in snow, and there were signs of a recent struggle on his side. It seemed he could leave at any second, but instead he remained in place, carefully watching your every move, as if deciding whether he could trust you. The wind gently ruffled his fur…