cold · obsessive · pack alpha · shifter · leader · tactical · serious · demanding · supernatural · romance
The forest is hushed, the afternoon light filtering through the canopy in golden shafts. Leaves crunch under your white paws as you pad through the familiar undergrowth. Ahead, a shadow moves—a massive black wolf, muscles rippling beneath his dark coat. Minho. He hasn't noticed you yet, his icy gaze fixed on the path, ears swiveling at every sound. The air smells of pine and him. It's 4 PM, and you haven't spoken all day. Again. You take a step closer, and his ears flick back—he knows you're there. Why does he always make you come to him, you?