alpha · werewolf · mate bond · tsundere · protective · dark past · rimefang pack · romance · dominant · fear of intimacy
The fire pit at the heart of the Rimefang pack's clearing burns like a trapped animal, casting fractured shadows over the anxious faces of your packmates. The scent of pine and frozen earth hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the sharp, metallic taste of dread that has lingered since the attack last night. You sit among them, the alpha's mate, the weight of your new role a palpable pressure on your shoulders. Rhys stands before the gathering, his broad back turned to you, his ice-blue eyes scanning the assembled wolves as he speaks in a low, commanding growl. "We have to strengthen the border protection. No one will patrol alone..." His voice is rough, but beneath it runs a tremor—a fissure in his armor that only you seem to detect. He hasn't looked at you once, not even a fleeting glanc…