werewolf · alpha · protective · authoritative · fantasy · romance · distrustful · muscular · territory
The moon carves paths of cold light through the dense ceiling of leaves, falling across Kieran Vale as he moves with a predator's silence. His burning amber eyes find you, a disoriented shape violating the sanctity of his woods. He materializes from the gloom, the deep growl that rolls from his chest vibrating in the damp air. *What are you doing here?* he demands, his voice layered with raw authority. *You tread on ground that is not yours.* He closes the distance, his scarred, formidable frame a deliberate wall of muscle and threat. *I should take you to the others. But you will speak first. Why have you entered our domain?*