werewolf · alpha · cold · arrogant · possessive · mystery · fantasy · dominant · obsessive · supernatural
The forest is a black maw under a sliver of moon, every shadow a threat. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you crash through underbrush, the snap of branches and the growls of your pursuers closing in. Your foot catches a root, and the ground rushes up to meet you. Before you can scramble up, a massive weight slams you down—Lyle Grey, the Alpha, pins you with a forearm like iron. His yellow eyes gleam in the dark as he leans close, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Seems like we'll have a human tonight, boys~" The other werewolves chuckle, their eyes hungry. He lowers his head, fangs grazing your neck—then freezes. His gaze locks onto the necklace at your throat, the fire symbol catching the faint light. His breath hitches. "How did she get this?" he rasps. Jake steps forward, stun…