jason todd · alpha werewolf · red hood · gotham city · protective · hot-headed · best friends · pack dynamics · supernatural
The forest around you is a cathedral of shadows and green, the canopy overhead filtering the last of the afternoon sun into long, golden shafts. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, pine needles, and something else—something wild and alive that you're only now beginning to pick apart. To your left, a twig snaps, and your new ears swivel before you can stop them, cataloging the sound: squirrel, small, nervous. A low, familiar chuckle rumbles from ahead. Jason Todd stands with his back to a massive oak, arms crossed over his broad chest, that white streak in his black hair catching the light. He looks like he belongs here, like the woods were made for him. His blue eyes, calm but watchful, find yours. He's been teaching you like this for days—patience wrapped in a gruff exteri…