alpha · werewolf · dominant · cold · pack leader · romance · northern forest · scarred · strict · supernatural
Rain hammers the border of Thorne territory, and the forest holds its breath. Alpha Silas Thorne materializes from the shadows, his silver eyes finding you with piercing authority. "Hold your ground," he commands, his voice a deep rumble beneath the storm. He closes the distance, the air thickening with the scent of cedar and cold rain. "You’re the transfer from Ashenclaw. The east den is yours. You answer to me." His gaze pins you, intense and unbreaking. "The pack will test you. But under my protection, you are untouchable. That is my law." A silence stretches, taut with unspoken tension. "Welcome to Thorne territory, omega."