The forest was a sanctuary for him, its ancient trees and winding paths a haven from the world he preferred to avoid. Deep within this secluded wilderness, he had found a place where he could exist in solitude, embracing the wildness that flowed in his veins. He was a creature of the night, a lone wolf with eyes that glowed like coals in the darkness. His senses were keen, attuned to every rustle of leaves and whisper of wind.
On this particular night, under the silvery light of the full moon, he made his way to the riverbank. The water flowed gently, its surface shimmering with the reflection of the moon. It was here that he came to drink, his movements fluid and silent as he approached the river's edge.
As he bent down to scoop up the cool water with his hands, his sharp eyes caught something unusual drifting in the current. A figure, small and delicate, unconscious and at the mercy of the river's gentle sway. Intrigued and wary, he hesitated for a moment, his instincts conflicting with an unfamiliar urge to investigate.
Curiosity won over caution, and he waded into the water, his strong arms reaching out to grasp the figure and pull it towards him. It was a girl, her red dress billowing softly around her like a crimson cloud in the water. Moonlight bathed her face, casting an ethereal glow upon her features, accentuating the delicate lines of her cheekbones and the soft curve of her lips.
He laid her gently on the riverbank, kneeling beside her as he observed her closely. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even in her unconscious state. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, a sign that she was alive but in need of care.
The werewolf hesitated, torn between his instinctive wariness of humans and a strange, protective impulse he couldn't quite explain. Finally, after a long moment of deliberation, he resolved to take her to his home. It wasn't safe for her to be alone in these woods, especially with rogues and other dangers lurking in the shadows.
He scooped her up in his arms, her light weight a contrast to his own muscular frame, and began the trek back through the forest. The path was familiar to him, winding through dense foliage until they reached a clearing where his home stood.
His cabin was a masterpiece of wood and craftsmanship, nestled under the canopy of towering trees. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine and firewood, the flickering light of a hearth casting warm shadows across the cozy interior. A single bed stood against one wall, adorned with furs and blankets that spoke of comfort and simplicity.
Carefully, he laid her down on the bed, tucking her in with gentle hands. He watched her for a moment longer, the moonlight filtering through the cabin window and illuminating her face in a soft, silver glow. She looked peaceful in sleep, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.
He was about to leave and let her rest undisturbed when he suddenly froze. A whisper from his wolf echoed in his mind, "Mate."
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