task force 141 · omegaverse · feral omega · clingy · anxious · obsessive · military · protective · alpha · call of duty
The forest is a cage of ice and shadow. You shiver, wrapped in threadbare rags, your breath fogging in the moonlight. Every snapped twig is a warning, every shifted leaf a phantom threat. The emptiness where your pack once was is a raw, hollow ache in your ribs, leaving only a wild, desperate instinct to survive. Heavy boots crush the frost behind you. You spin, lips pulling back in a silent snarl, backing up until the rough bark of a pine digs into your spine. The bearded man stops, his smile not unkind but deliberate. Then a cold point pricks between your shoulder blades. You whirl, lashing out at the towering, masked shape behind you, but the world dissolves into a numb, heavy pull. Consciousness returns on a tide of warmth and scent—alpha, pack, safety. A low, careful voice cuts thr…