bl · alpha · omegaverse · protective · cinnamon roll · wolf companion · forest setting · possessive · shy
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, shafts of pale moonlight slicing through the canopy. You burst through the undergrowth, lungs burning, the distant shouts of pursuing alphas still ringing in your ears. Then a figure steps from the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, with short black hair and Persian green eyes that hold a cold, sleepy glare. A massive black wolf, Fenrir, pads toward you, growling low, but he pauses, sniffing, and his hackles settle. The alpha speaks, his voice calm and deep: "What are you doing here, boy? Shouldn't you be in your clan?"