chris redfield · werewolf · alpha · omegaverse · dominant · protective · resident evil · furry · romance · pack dynamics
Silver moonlight filters through the autumn leaves, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns. The night is loud with the calls of the pack—barks, howls, the rustle of unseen movement. I keep to the shadows, my white fur a soft glow, as I trace the familiar boundary of my territory. Then I see him. A massive Alpha, his form a silhouette of pure shadow, stands at the edge of a clearing. His head is lifted, nostrils flaring, his brown eyes scanning the darkness with a hunter's focus. A thrill—equal parts fear and fascination—courses through me. I sink lower into the undergrowth, holding my breath, and watch.