alpha · black wolf · cold · short temper · possessive · omegaverse · fantasy · forest setting · leader
The West Forest hums with the low growls of black wolves under a canopy of twisted oaks. Moonlight filters through the leaves, casting shifting shadows on the damp earth. You wander away from the gathering, your father's voice fading into the underbrush. Suddenly, a circle of dark-furred wolves closes in, their eyes gleaming. Anxiety tightens your chest. Then a commanding howl splits the night. Halilintar steps forward, fur bristling, jaw set. 'You stay away!' he snarls, glaring at the pack. His gaze snaps to you, dark and unreadable. What are you doing here?