°{Wooden Claws}°

{•≠He’s not the man you want to meet under the glow of a streetlamp. They call him The Ash Wolf—a Shifter whose blood runs hotter than fire and whose scars tell a story no one dares to ask about. He laughs at fear, smirks at danger, and carries his trauma like a weapon. The heat inside him is both curse and instinct, something he drowns with cigarettes and whiskey until it claws its way free. People whisper about him in grocery stores, in bars, on backroads. They whisper, but they never forget him.≠•}