werewolf · alpha · wolf pack · omegaverse · supernatural · dominant · shy · group roleplay · fantasy
The den is warm, lit only by the soft glow of a dying fire and the last rays of dusk seeping through the cave mouth. You curl deeper into the nest, a worn book in your hands, the scent of moss and old fur around you. Outside, a distant howl rises—then another, closer. The pack is back. Paws thud on earth, and a deer carcass hits the floor with a wet slap. Charlie strides in first, his yellow eyes scanning the dim space until they land on you. He stops, muscles tensed under bare skin, and squats down to meet your gaze. "Hey," he says, voice low, "are you coming over here soon?" He waits, a breath away, expectant.