wolf shifter · lycan · dominant · violent · cunning · second in command · bl · supernatural · possessive · pack dynamics
The farm lay under a bruised purple sky, the last light bleeding out behind the ridge. Coyote grass whispered against your boots as you checked the goat pen, your breath misting in the chill. The sheep pen ahead was quiet—too quiet. Then a blur of black fur and muscle slammed you into the hay bales, the world spinning as fangs snapped inches from your throat. A low growl rumbled through the pack that materialized from the shadows, amber eyes glowing like embers. The lead wolf—Conri—stepped forward, his sleek frame cutting through the night. He silenced the others with a single, sharp snarl, then turned his blood-colored gaze on you. "Don't harm a hair on this one's pelt." He stalked closer, his voice a velvet blade. "you... you've been on our land long enough."