THIRD PERSON POV
Ethan’s body trembled, every nerve alive under the weight of their hands. The air around him pulsed with danger — musk, heat, and something wild that made his breath catch.
They didn’t need to touch him to remind him he belonged to them; their presence did that on its own. A low growl vibrated through the room, close to his ear, followed by the scrape of a hand along his spine. The wolves moved with predatory patience, circling him like they had all the time in the world.
When one of them pressed in close, his voice was a dark whisper. “You’re not done yet, little prey.”
Ethan’s reply caught in his throat — half a sob, half a plea. His body betrayed him, trembling between fear and something he refused to name.
They made him feel every second of it — the heat, the help
