#can i have a werewolf come listen to my heart
A late night primal+cardio fantasy
The leaves crackle under her as she sprints for her life. Each heaving breath she takes burns her throat, the cold crisp air ripping at her lungs and exiting them as a warm wisp.
As the woods fall silent, just for a moment, she takes the opportunity to dive behind a tree to catch her breath. She has been running through the unforgiving woods for over an hour, each new second felt like her heart was going to explode. But she had no other options. Run or be…well, the other option can’t be good, can it?
The silence of the woods is suddenly disrupted, as a deep growl comes from between the trees. A loud and methodical crunch of leaves fills her with panic. The sound of her heavy breaths tear through the silence with ease. She takes a deep breath in and holds it. Her hands clench her mouth and nose as she listens to the steps become closer and closer. Suddenly they stop.
A set of clawed hands grasp both sides of the trunk. His ears perk and his mouth waters as he listens to her heart pounding without oxygen. He knows as long as he stands behind that tree, the longer she will desperately try to mask the sound of her breathing.
Her heart rate dramatically slows after pounding so hard for so long, now desperately pumping for oxygenated blood. She closes her eyes and clasps her hands over her face even harder.
He can now hear her heart skip and flop in her chest before she takes one huge ragged breath in, out of absolute desperation. Her eyes widen and fill with fear.
The dark outline of his body fills her line of sight. Huge, muscular and terrifying. He growls deeply, leaning down to meet her. He places his long claws over her carotid feeling each fear-filled pulse, moving them to feel between her fragile ribs. Her eyes lock forward, as she now feels his slow, warm breath on her neck. A wicked smirk trails across his face, as he listens to her nervous little heart.
“I’m afraid you’ve lost, little one…”
