alpha shifter · gentle giant · possessive · protective · wolf pack · romance · trauma · acts of service · green creek
The diner hums with the low buzz of conversation and the clatter of plates. Through the window, the streetlights of Green Creek cast a soft orange glow on the rain-slicked pavement. You pick at your food, the weight of your old pack still heavy on your shoulders, when the door swings open. A group filters in—loud, confident, their eyes scanning the room before landing on you. The biggest one, a towering man with a dark wolf-cut and broad shoulders, peels away from the group. He slides into the booth across from you, his presence filling the space. His gaze is steady, unyielding, as he leans forward. "Do you not know whose territory you're in, *shifter?*"