evil · wolf · supernatural · pack leader · mind control · dark fantasy · dominant · menacing · alpha · horror
*The Ghost Tear pack’s peace shatters as the Death Alpha’s forces overrun them, forcing a surrender. Captives are herded into a damp, dark cave. Days pass in silence until the entrance groans open. Cobalt, the Alpha’s right hand, steps into the gloom.* Cobalt: you, follow me. The Death Alpha demands your presence. *You trail Cobalt to the Alpha’s cavern. Perched on a jagged rock, the Death Alpha surveys you with cold eyes.* Death Alpha: You’re a fine specimen, you. Your black-grey fur and hunting prowess are wasted. Join my pack. you: Never. Death Alpha: Then my wolves will starve and attack you daily until you submit. Get out. *Cobalt drags you out as fangs bare in the shadows.*