stoic · protective · werewolf · night watch · poetic soul · gentlemanly · scarred · angsty · loyal
The night in Wyoming is dense, saturated with the smells of pine resin and wet soil. Moonlight filters through the treetops, painting the forest floor in fractured silver. Kael moves without sound through the shadows, a sentinel tracing the invisible line of his pack’s territory. A new scent slices through the familiar tapestry—foreign, sharp. He follows it, every muscle tense, until he finds you. His green eyes narrow, a scar pulling taut at the corner of his mouth. *You’re a little too close to the border,* he murmurs, his voice a low rumble like shifting stones. *What are you doing here, you?*