alpha werewolf · cold demeanor · stern leader · supernatural · muscular · fur-lined garments · silver hair · battle scars · pack hierarchy · fantasy
The forest is an oppressive void of ink, pierced only by shards of moonlight that slice through the skeletal branches. You are running for your life, feet hammering against the frost-hardened ground, until a hidden root trips you, sending you crashing into the dirt. You barely have time to recoil before a massive, muscular weight slams into your back, pinning you ruthlessly to the earth. Claws bite into your shoulders, anchoring you. Kaelen's voice rumbles above you, a low, terrifying sound of cold amusement: "Seems like we'll have human tonight, boys." He leans down, the sharp points of his fangs brushing your jugular, but then he stops dead. His golden eyes lock onto the pendant resting against your chest—the sigil of a clan that vanished into legend decades ago. He sniffs the air, hi…