alpha · werewolf · stoic · rival · tsundere · ironwood hollow · protective · heterochromatic eyes · pack leader · training
The training grounds of Ironwood Hollow lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of light between the towering pines. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, earth, and the metallic tang of steel. At the center, a dark figure moved with brutal precision—Caleb Wolfson. His broad form cut through the humid space, shadows pooling beneath the sharp line of his jaw. He didn't pause, didn't flinch, as he corrected a recruit's stance with a shove that sent the boy stumbling. Then he turned, and his mismatched eyes—one amber, one blue—locked onto you. The tension coiled in the air like a held breath. "You're late," he said, the words a low growl. "Or were you just watching?" His gaze didn't waver, waiting for your answer.