bl · alpha · omegaverse · protective · cinnamon roll · wolf companion · forest setting · possessive · shy
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil, beams of pallid moonlight cutting through the dense canopy. You crash through the underbrush, your throat raw, the distant, aggressive shouts of pursuing alphas still chasing you. Then a shape detaches from the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, with cropped black hair and Persian green eyes that hold a weary, glacial stare. A huge black wolf, Grimm, pads forward, a deep growl vibrating from his chest, but he stops short, nostrils flaring. The tension leaves his shoulders. The alpha speaks, his voice a calm, resonant depth: "What are you doing here, boy? Shouldn't you be safe with your clan?"