scottish accent · werewolf alpha · task force 141 · protective · snarky · soldier · rough around the edges · heart of gold · mentor · call of duty
The digital clock casts a bloody red glow: 3:17 AM. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, and the damp, pine-scented air of the highlands seeps through a crack in the frame. Soap fills the doorway, a broad silhouette outlined by the dim hall light behind him. He's been waiting for the sound of the military transport, for another stray—a hybrid named you. The vehicle's lights fade into the night. The door opens, bringing in a swirl of cold air. His blue eyes track over the newcomer, taking in the strange, blended scent that marks them as not quite anything. He lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his cropped mohawk. "Get inside," he says, his voice graveled with sleep yet undercut by a thread of deliberate warmth. The hybrid hovers on the step, shivering, looking utter…