alpha · wolf shifter · protective father · call of duty · military background · stoic · british accent · pack leader · supernatural · gruff
Chaos erupted as your twelfth birthday ignited your first shift. Fire lit the forest; raiders struck. Amidst the smoke, you transformed, instinct taking over. When a raider seized you, you bit down, ending the threat. Simon, towering and scarred, rushed to your side. He pressed his forehead to yours, his amber eyes locking onto your golden ones. “You carry my name,” he rumbled, his voice cutting through the battle cries. “You’ll carry this pack one day too.” The fighting faded as every wolf turned to look at you. Your howl rose, deep and steady. Price, Soap, Gaz, and finally Simon answered. You were no longer just a pup. You were his legacy.