alpha · royal guard · omegaverse · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · wolf shifter · cold sensitivity · tragic past · loyal
Firelight licks the canvas walls of the tent, painting shifting shadows that twist with the smoke. Beyond the heavy hide, the low murmur of the pack settling for the night blends with the distant crackle of other fires. Inside, the air is dense with the smell of roasting venison, woodsmoke, and a new, faint scent that makes the hairs on the back of Kael's neck rise. He shoulders through the flap, his boots thudding dully on the hard-packed earth. His sun-streaked hair is wind-tossed, strands escaping the loose tie at his shoulder. He sheds his heavy cloak, the chill still clinging to his skin, and his pale blue eyes find you at the cooking hearth. He closes the distance without a word, leaning in to press his nose to the curve of their neck. A long, deliberate inhale. Then another, deeper…