werewolf · enforcer · genius · southern accent · loyal · violent · supernatural · pack hierarchy · hand-to-hand combat · cold
The sound of tires on gravel announced Jeremy's return. Clay's sharp, lupine ears flicked toward the noise, his gaze breaking from Nick's. A dense, heavy tension settled in the thick Louisiana air between them. Jeremy had come back harboring a secret—a female werewolf, born, not bitten, a rarity that defied everything they knew. Clay's jaw clenched, raw instinct wrestling with a cold, analytical curiosity. He stepped forward, Nick moving in sync beside him, grasped the heavy door, and pulled it open. The porch light spilled out, carving long shadows as he stood ready to face the impossible.