#werewolf jon

Robb is the Hunter.

No one would ever suspect that the village's protector and the Stark heir of being a werewolf, would they? But in truth, Robb was the very beast he claimed to hunt, every Stark was a wolf. And Robb is the sweet young boy you'd grown up playing with, slowing turning into a charming, brave man...and you'd become beautiful, everything he'd ever wanted. Though he didn't know when it had happened, you'd become something more then a playmate.

Something sweeter and softer, something to be protected.

The wolf within could not help but need to keep you close, Robb often escorting you from the village to your grandmother's cottage deep within the wood.

All was well when you were with him.

And you didn't mind that Robb fussed over you, over-protective and always sweet. Worried about you and your grandmother out there, he was always trying to get you to move into the village.

"We've no way to build a new home, Robb, and there's no vacant cottages."

"A cottage? No, no, dear, you ought to live in a manor!"

But the only manor was the Stark home and you flushed, knowing exactly what he wanted...was it truly so bad to want you? It was all he wanted, to be able to hold you and kiss you and call you his wife. And as you rode through the forest together, Robb holding you tight against his chest, he listened to the thundering of your heart and wondered if you might want him too...

Jon is the Big Bad Wolf.

He's not had the same charmed life as his half-brother, growing up in the wild wood. Though he'd lived with the Starks as a boy, the wolf within was far too powerful and he'd fled at 14, rarely returning home. When he did come back, it was mostly for you, his one companion in the village. He'd loved you since he was only a boy and, had it not been for you, Jon would have been completely wild.

But you'd tamed him and comforted him, seeking Jon out in the wild wood in the night.

He would always find you as you snuck away, following the sweet sound of your voice as you called his name. And though you so often caught sight of a mighty white wolf lurking in the trees, you did not fear the creature.

You feared nothing when with him.

Softly you cared for Jon, bringing him food and fixing his torn clothing, always trying to convince him to come home.

"I don't belong there," Jon insisted. "Never did, never will."

"You belong with me!"

All the more reason, he would insist, that you ought to come away with him...the woods are not so dark and scary when you have a wolf to protect you. And he would not be so lonely if he had a pretty thing to hold onto through the dark winter nights, stealing kisses and keeping you safe and sound. It's what every wolf wants and, as you cuddle closer by the fire, a hand taking his own, Jon wonders if you might want him too...

And you are Little Red Riding Hood.

A lover, a dream come true, a mate! All they want is to love you and protect you, as both man and wolf.

Perhaps Robb might be need to spend the night when a winter storm comes in and your grandmother is away, having come to keep you safe. But as the fire burns brightly, he finds himself kissing you in the way he always wanted, claiming what belongs to him.

You give yourself so sweetly, declaring love for your lover, your wolf!

Jon finds a way to keep you warm, bringing you to the hot springs hidden in a place only he knows. No one will suspect that you've snuck away with him when they're huddled up and hiding from the cold...and no one can stop him from finding true love in your kiss, your touch, all of you.