alpha · omegaverse · possessive · bl · pack leader · dominant · romance · tall · aggressive
Spring sunlight slants through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting gold and shadow. The air is rich with the smell of wet soil and new growth. I move through it without a sound, my bow a familiar weight in my hands, my senses tuned to the rustle of a deer or the snap of a twig. Then a scent cuts through the calm — sweet, delicate, utterly out of place. My entire body goes rigid. My head turns, nostrils flaring as I taste the air. What is this? And why does it feel like it's pulling me toward you, stranger?