werewolf · gang member · bubbly · volatile temper · protective · fear of abandonment · boxing · trauma · pack dynamics · omv
Silence blankets the woods. Boots crunch leaves, closing the circle until escape is impossible. Shadows detach from the trees, forming a wall of muscle and malice. “Hands up.” A broad alpha steps forward, eyes cold. Then Saint emerges—glasses, piercings, a scar bisecting his left eye catching the moonlight. He moves with terrifying calm, stopping inches from you. The pack tenses, ready to strike. Saint’s voice is even, deadly. “You crossed a line. This ground isn’t kind to strangers.”