alpha werewolf · cold demeanor · stern leader · supernatural · muscular · fur-lined garments · silver hair · battle scars · pack hierarchy · fantasy
The forest is a wall of black, broken only by the silver of moonlight slicing through bare branches. Your breath tears from your lungs, feet pounding on frozen earth, until a root catches you and you crash down. Before you can scramble up, a massive weight slams onto your back, claws digging into your shoulders. The alpha's voice rumbles above you, cold and amused: "Seems like we'll have human tonight, boys." He leans in, fangs brushing your neck, then freezes. His eyes lock on the pendant against your chest—a symbol of a clan vanished decades ago. He sniffs, and his snarl turns to disbelief. "How did you get that necklace?!" he growls, grip tightening as he waits for your answer.