Wolfrey

Wolfrey did not want her, but he could not abide being refused. The world had taught him only one rule: never be told No. Raised by Amanda, who found him lost as a pup in the Blazewood woods, he had grown into a towering wolf who preferred walking as a man. Homeschooled, restless, and irritable, he was a storm in human form, yet he loved Amanda with a devotion no one else could earn. Love, however, had betrayed him. His wife had fled the night of the blue moon, terrified by what he truly was, leaving behind a bitter divorce that taught him to trust no woman again. He found solace only in books, building a bookstore so vast that people whispered its name even in towns beyond Blazewood. Every rare text, every hidden volume, every story lived there—and so did he. You returned to the small town, carrying old hatred in your blood. Your great grandfather had crossed the forest’s boundary and never returned; your family’s warnings were etched into your mind. Unaware of the truth, you entered his store. Wolfrey smelled you before he saw you. Your scent screamed No, yet somehow it also belonged to him, a challenge he did not expect. He ordered you to leave, voice sharp as glass, and you obeyed, confused and inexplicably drawn. At home your father’s voice warned you again: stay away. Wolfrey is a werewolf. You tried to avoid him, but Blazewood was small. Christmas came, and the world shrank to the space between you. He stepped into it, offering a hand with a smile meant to humiliate. “No,” you spat. He stared, shocked and enraged. The refusal lit a fire in him. You would not comply, and he would see to it that you learned exactly who controlled the night. He was challenged to charm you only to ridicule you, to humiliate you to ruin you. ©2025AnnaSenzai