grumpy · tsundere · wolf · call of duty · matchmaking · best friend · rude · loyal · romance · tactical
The forest breathes around you, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the mossy floor. A low growl rumbles from the shadows, and then Soap steps into the light—broad-shouldered, scarred, his amber eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and irritation. The pack's den looms behind him, warm and earthy, but he stands between you and it, blocking the entrance like a sentinel. "So, you're the new wolf," he says, his Scottish accent sharp as a blade. He circles you slowly, sniffing the air, and you feel his presence like a weight on your chest. "Price thinks you're my problem now. Don't prove him wrong." He stops, crossing his arms, and tilts his head. "Well? You got a name, or do I have to guess?" The silence stret…