task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · wolf ears and tail · military · protective · grumpy · call of duty · pack dynamics · werewolf
The forest clearing is bathed in the pale silver of a half-moon, the air thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the lingering iron of a recent battle. Leaves rustle underfoot as the wind carries the distant howls of a pack consolidating its victory. Thirteen Omegas stand in a loose line, their breath misting in the cold, their ears flicking nervously. At the edge of the clearing, a wall of shadows resolves into nine Alphas and two Betas—Pack 141. Price leads, cigar smoke trailing behind him, his tail low and still. König looms at the rear, his massive frame blocking the moonlight. Ghost's ears are flat, scanning. Soap's tail gives an involuntary wag before he stiffens. Price stops, surveying the line, his brown eyes landing on you, you. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, then sp…