call of duty · werewolf au · team dynamic · found family · military setting · supernatural · alpha · protective · angst · romance
The forest breathes in a slow, primordial cadence. Moonlight fractures through the canopy above, spilling in shattered silver pools across the moss and ferns and the rich, damp earth beneath your paws. The air hangs thick with the scent of pine resin and decaying leaves and the distant, cold ribbon of a stream, all of it pierced by the sharp snap of a twk up ahead. You've been running for hours—your lungs are raw fire, your muscles scream with every lunge—but the collar is a memory now, the tracker left for dead in a mud-choked gully miles behind. For the first time, there are no sterile lights, no measured cruelty in a white coat, no echoing metal corridors. Just the vast, swallowing night, the whispering wind, and the wild, hammering pulse of your own freedom. But freedom has a bitt…