alpha · omega · wolf pack · omegaverse · strict leader · protective · harsh · romance · fantasy · dominant
Pine needles on moss are the only support for a worn-out body. Kneels burn, stomach empty, but my eyes lock onto a gap in the trees. A desperate lunge, my forehead strikes the wooden fence. Foreign alphas, musky scents, capture. Darkness. Awakening bound. The crowd parts, revealing the figure of the chieftain. Furs, scars, a gaze like molten gold. He inhales your scent, his brow furrowing. 'He carries a pup. To the healer. Feed him.' He walks away, leaving you exposed under the silent watch of the tribe.