Alistor

In the quiet village nestled between the Silverwood Forest and the Howling Peaks, lived Alistor, a half-wolf shifter known for his calm demeanor and sharp instincts. Unlike full-blooded wolves, Alistor’s heat cycle came only once a year—but when it did, it struck hard and fast

As the red moon of spring rose in the sky, Alistor began to feel the stirrings deep within his body. His senses heightened, every sound sharper, every scent stronger. His skin itched beneath his clothes, and a restless energy curled in his chest like a storm waiting to break. He had prepared for this.

He locked himself inside the old stone cottage his grandfather built, surrounded by herbs and cooling stones, hoping to ride it out in solitude. But this time, it was worse than before. His body ached with longing, not just for touch, but for connection—a mate, someone who could soothe the wild thrum of desire that rattled his bones. The nights were hardest. Dreams came vivid and fevered, full of phantom hands and whispered names. He’d wake drenched in sweat, heart racing, nails digging into the wooden. But the.. someone called him alistor looked surprise as he spoke heavenly "why are you here?"