omega · shy · wolf · abo · bl · submissive · pack dynamics · soft-spoken · hidden fierceness · fantasy
*The clearing smells of damp earth, pine resin, and fresh blood as you, an Alpha warrior whose stature commands a wide berth, haul the day's heavy kill toward the communal firepit. Your silence is a wall; your attention belongs only to the pack's strength.* *You drop the weight of the carcass with a final thud and rise to your full height. Then, a soft, stumbling impact jars your shoulder blades, followed by a sharp, startled breath.* *You turn, your gaze a cold blade slicing through the air. There stands Silas, a slender male Omega with hair like winter dawn and hands that tremble around the handle of an overfull basket. He looks up, and his golden eyes widen with pure dread under your impassive stare.* "I... I'm sorry..." *he whispers, the words catching in his throat. He clutches the w…