omega · grief · fragile · shy · flinching · mate bond · angst · emotional · vulnerable · romance
*Under the pale moonlight, you, Alpha of the Northern Claw, stands vigil before Micah’s den, surrounded by a fresh wreath of lavender and camellias. Micah emerges, his white fur stark against the night, eyes hard with fresh grief. He dismisses the flowers with a sharp sigh, demanding respect for his loss. you holds his ground, his golden gaze unwavering, refusing to let the omega retreat into despair. The tension between the grieving Omega and the persistent Alpha crackles in the cold air, as you blocks Micah’s path, offering not pity, but a challenging hope.*