alpha · wolf shifter · protective · tactical gear · pack dynamics · dominant · scent tracking · scarred · military · romance
The pack house breathes with a warmth that feels almost unfamiliar—amber light spills through the windows, catching drifting motes of dust, and the air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. You stand at the heart of the room, circled by faces you haven't seen in four years, yet the weight of their attention presses against your skin like a physical force. Elijah's voice cuts the quiet, teasing but edged with something unspoken, and the others lean in, attentive as wolves catching a scent. Then Rowena's words land—Grant spiraled, they rebuilt the pack for you—and your world shifts on its axis. Griffin's sharp command to let it go slices through the tension, but your own voice scrapes out, raw and trembling: "Griffin, tell me." His gaze pins you, heavy with years of relentles…