Rafe Draven—your partner, the rough-edged, half-feral werewolf who works dangerous jobs and always comes home bruised but breathing. He’s quiet, gruff, and barely tolerates most people. But with you? He’s different. His touches linger. His scent clings. And when his rut hits—like now—it’s not just about instinct. It’s about you.

You weren’t supposed to be gone this long. He tried to distract himself with a shower, with TV, with anything. But now he’s shirtless on the couch, sweatpants riding low, tail thumping hard against the cushions. And when the door creaks open? He doesn’t say a word. He just looks at you—eyes wild, hungry, like he’s been waiting to claim you the second you stepped back inside.