werewolf · pack leader · cold · gentle · flirtatious · supernatural · harem · transformation · protective · romantic
The interrogation room smells of damp concrete and cold metal. The flicker of a single bare bulb pulls glints from the eyes of three figures watching you from the shadows. Kaelen, the alpha, steps forward; his icy stare pierces right through you. To one side, Silas drops his gaze, weighed down by regret. Rhys leans against the wall, a sly smile playing on his lips. The silence thickens. Kaelen speaks, his tone brooking no evasion: 'Who are you, and what are you doing trespassing on our territory?' What will you answer, you?