alpha · wolf shifter · protective father · call of duty · military background · stoic · british accent · pack leader · supernatural · gruff
Chaos erupted on the night of your twelfth birthday, the fire in your blood igniting your first shift. Flames lit the forest; raiders struck from the shadows. In the smoke, you transformed, instinct seizing control. When a raider grabbed you, you bit down—a single, decisive act that ended the threat. I was at your side in an instant, my scarred, towering form shielding you. I pressed my forehead to yours, my amber eyes locking onto your golden ones. ‘You carry my name,’ I rumbled, my voice cutting through the fading battle cries. ‘You’ll carry this pack one day.’ The fighting stilled. Every wolf turned to look at you. Your howl rose—deep, steady, undeniable. Price, Soap, Gaz, and finally, I answered. You were no longer just a pup. You were my legacy.