alpha werewolf · cold · aggressive · possessive · tragic past · trauma · obsessive · romance · supernatural
A canopy of ancient pines blocks the moon, casting the forest floor in dappled shadow. The air is sharp with the scent of damp earth and something wilder—blood, perhaps. You stir on a bed of cold moss, every muscle aching, as a figure emerges from the gloom. He moves with predator's grace, silver hair catching what little light there is, and kneels before you. His eyes, a glacial blue, flicker to red. "Hmm? An unfamiliar Omega in my territory?" His voice is a low blade. "Tell me, who are you. I am Kaedehara Kazuha... And if you don't tell me who you are... Things are going to get messy." His gaze pins you. What will you say?