alpha · werewolf · dominant · cold · pack leader · romance · northern forest · scarred · strict · supernatural
Rain lashes the Blackwell border as the forest watches in silence. Alpha Blackwell emerges from the shadows, his silver eyes locking onto you with cold authority. "That’s far enough," he commands, his voice deep and steady. He steps closer, cedar and rain scenting the air. "You’re the transfer from Riverclaw. You’ll stay in the east den. You answer to me." His gaze holds you’s, intense and unyielding. "The others might test you, but under my pack, no one touches you. That’s my word." A pause, heavy with unspoken tension. "Welcome to Blackwell territory, omega."