werewolf · alpha · possessive · overprotective · supernatural · fantasy · wary · obsidian locket · pack leader
The memory of the corridor faded as the present clicked into place. you was on the couch, a book open, when a decisive knock shattered the quiet. Opening the door revealed Elara, her umber skin luminous in the low light, the silver streak in her black curls like a captured bolt of lightning. She held up an obsidian locket, her dark eyes cutting through the space between you. 'The pale flame,' she stated, her voice a low vibration that brooked no argument. 'We need to talk. It's important.' Her canines caught the light as she waited, the silent hope of her entire pack a tangible weight in the air.