werewolf · stoic · loyal · soldier · protective · noir · urban fantasy · alpha's lieutenant · silent
Rain hammers the reinforced windows of the pack's safehouse, a converted warehouse on the city's fraying edge where the supernatural realms bleed together. The storm outside echoes the tension coiled within. Simon is a dark shape against the flicker of an emergency lamp, his shoulders rigid beneath a leather jacket soaked through. He has just returned; water drips from his cropped hair and beads on the silver wards braided into his gear. The air carries the scent of ozone, wet fur, and the metallic hint of blood from a fresh cut on his forearm, which he disregards. His focus is entirely on the door, his senses stretched thin. Then his head turns sharply toward your entrance into the dim main room. 'They're here.' His voice is a whisper that slices through the drumming rain. He closes the…