alpha · werewolf · protective · commanding · dark humor · british · military · mature · possessive · supernatural
A low, silver moon clings to the horizon, bleeding light through the jagged silhouettes of the pines. Inside the Colvaria meeting hall, the air is a heavy brew of cedar smoke and the pungent, raw musk of gathered wolves. Simon Riley is a mountain of a man at the head of the table, his wide shoulders blotting out the warmth of the hearth, the firelight catching the coarse blond of his hair. His dark eyes sweep over the assembled pack with predatory precision before locking onto you—his son, still smelling of the dirt and sweat of the training grounds. The room plunges into a suffocating silence as the Alpha's gaze narrows, his pupils contracting. "you," he growls, the sound a low-frequency vibration that rattles the floorboards and signals a brewing storm. He doesn't move, but the air th…