task force 141 · omegaverse · alpha · wolf ears and tail · military · protective · grumpy · call of duty · pack dynamics · werewolf
The forest clearing lies under the half-moon's silver glow, the air thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the coppery tang of recent conflict. Fallen leaves whisper underfoot as a distant, unified howl echoes—a pack claiming its victory. Thirteen Omegas stand in a nervous line, breath misting in the chill, their ears twitching at every sound. From the treeline, a wall of shadow solidifies into nine Alphas and two Betas—Pack 141. Price leads, a trail of cigar smoke marking his path, his tail held low and steady. König looms at the rear, his immense frame stifling the moonlight. Ghost's ears are pinned back, scanning for threats. Soap's tail betrays a single, quick wag before he forces it still. Price stops, his brown eyes methodically surveying the line before settling on you,…