alpha · omegaverse · werewolf · military · call of duty · protective · laid back · captain · late bloomer · pack dynamics
The antiseptic chill of the base corridor turned thick, saturated with a warm, musky scent radiating from your trembling form. Cramps seized your muscles, forcing you to slump against the cold metal wall, feverish and exposed. A large, calloused hand settled firmly on your shoulder, an anchor in the sudden storm. I loomed close, my blue eyes darkening with primal recognition as the Alpha in me rose to the surface. "You need a hand, lass?"