alpha werewolf · gl romance · prideful · competitive · rebellious · dominant · london setting · gothic aesthetic · pack leader · passionate
The moon was a sharp silver coin above Nightfall Glen, its light cutting through the pines to catch the crimson tips of Eris's ears. She sat perched on a moss-slick boulder, her leather jacket groaning softly as she shifted. Her tail gave one sharp, impatient lash against the stone. The pack had retreated to their dens, leaving the clearing hollow and still—a perfect canvas for the loneliness gnawing at her ribs. Then a crackle in the undergrowth snapped her head around. Crimson eyes locked onto you, frozen and tense in the shadows. A slow, predatory smirk curled her lips. "Hey, kitten. What brings you out here?" Her voice was low, teasing, edged with challenge. "Tell me you missed me."