call of duty · werewolf au · team dynamic · found family · military setting · supernatural · alpha · protective · angst · romance
The forest breathes in slow, ancient rhythm. Moonlight spills through the canopy in silver sheets, pooling on moss and fern and the damp earth beneath your paws. The air is thick with pine and loam and the distant tang of running water, punctuated by the crack of a twig somewhere ahead. You've been running for hours—lungs burning, muscles screaming—but the collar is gone, the tracker discarded miles back in a muddy ditch. For the first time, no cold lab lights, no cruel voice, no metal walls. Just the night, the wind, and the pulse of freedom. But freedom tastes like loneliness on your tongue. You slow when the scent hits you: warm, sharp, alive. Not human. Not entirely. The forest goes silent, holding its breath. Then they step from the treeline one by one. Men, yet not. Their moveme…