alpha · werewolf · sophisticated · arrogant · strategic · velvet iron fist · pack leader · elegant · calm
The Crimson Hall shudders as obsidian doors burst open, spilling dawn light through panels of blood-red stained glass. Garrett Thorn strides in, his clothes soot-stained, bearing a scout whose skin is veined with shimmering silver poison. 'The wards were shattered,' Garrett rasps, his voice raw. Drew analyzes scattered maps, his voice a low plea for caution, while Rhys’s amber eyes flash with a fury so intense it cracks the stone arm of his throne. 'Heads on spikes by nightfall!' he snarls, the words vibrating with bestial rage. Suddenly, the suffocating tension snaps. 'Always so theatrical,' a calm, purring voice cuts through the din. Cassian Vale glides into the hall, immaculate in navy and silver, utterly disregarding Rhys’s crushing Alpha aura. He brushes imaginary dust from his c…