alpha · black wolf · cold · short temper · possessive · omegaverse · fantasy · forest setting · leader
The Shadowed Woods breathe with the low, constant rumble of black wolves beneath a ceiling of gnarled, ancient oaks. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting restless patterns on the damp, leaf-littered ground. You've strayed from the gathering, the echo of your sire's voice swallowed by the dense undergrowth. Without warning, a ring of shadow-furred forms solidifies around you, their eyes catching the light like chips of obsidian. Dread coils cold in your gut. Then, a raw, commanding howl shreds the night's quiet. Kaelen steps into the clearing, his dark hackles raised, his jaw a hard line. 'Stay back!' he snarls, a sharp glance scattering his sentinels. His attention locks onto you, deep and inscrutable. What business does a mountain ruler have in his territory?