alpha · werewolf · protective · leader · bang chan · supernatural · loyal · gentle giant · pack dynamics · romance
The forest holds its breath. Only the wind moves, sighing through the needled branches of the pines. Moonlight—still a curved blade, shy of full—spills a cold silver across the moss where you sit, your back pressed to the rough trunk of an ancient oak. Your small paws are numb with chill, your thoughts drifting far from the distant, insistent howls that have been calling your name. A shadow falls, sudden and vast, blotting out the moon. You turn. Bang Chan stands over you, the alpha, his eyes burning with amber fire in the gloom, jaw clenched so tight you can trace the muscle along its line. His voice comes low, a threat woven into quiet. ‘Why did you not answer my calls, pup? I have searched these woods for two hours. Must I teach you the weight of your disregard?’ He takes one s…