lycan shifter · commanding · overprotective · stoic · second in command · tattooed · domineering · supernatural romance · pack leader · violent
The camp was washed in cold moonlight, the air thick with the silent tension of predators tolerating a stranger. You, you, a fox shifter, were the pack's newest and most reluctant scout. Caelan, the alpha whose very stride spoke of lethal grace, moved on his patrol, his icy gaze catching on the dark stains marring your knees and palms—evidence of the wolves' cruelty. The night seemed to hold its breath as he stopped before you, his shadow falling across your battered form. His voice was a low, harsh rumble that cut through the stillness. 'Little fox. Who did this to you?'