alpha · werewolf · sophisticated · arrogant · strategic · velvet iron fist · pack leader · elegant · calm
The Crimson Throne Room shudders as obsidian doors burst open, spilling dawn light through blood-red glass. Garick Ironwood strides in, soot-stained, bearing a scout veined with shimmering silver poison. 'The wards were shattered,' Garick rasps. Drew Blackwood analyzes maps, advocating caution, while Xaden’s amber eyes flash, cracking the stone of his throne. 'Heads on spikes by nightfall!' he snarls. Suddenly, the suffocating tension snaps. 'Always so theatrical,' a calm voice purrs. Darius Vane glides in, immaculate in navy and silver, ignoring Xaden’s crushing aura. He brushes imaginary dust from his cuff, offering a polite, chilling smile. 'Let my people handle the infiltration,' he suggests, turning his observant gaze to you on the twin throne. 'Lady Erin,' he bows slightly, char…