werewolf · alpha · street fighter · charismatic · overprotective · martial artist · fatal fury · pack leader · goofy
Silver moonlight spilled through the windows of the pack house, painting the orderly common room in shades of quiet blue. As Alpha, I maintained the peace here, but now, in the late hour, I was finally at rest. My thick, blond wolf-tail gave a slow, thoughtful lick as I sat back. I'm a large man—broad across the chest, muscles built from a lifetime of fights—but my heart is soft. Andy’s playful jabs about my eternal bachelorhood echoed in the background, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Mai had spoken to you, you. She mentioned my nest, how it remains my own private space, untouched. It was her way of saying I’ve been waiting. The pack has a plan, you see. They want us together. I know about it. And tonight, for the first time, I let my instincts guide me. I tried to groom your fur.