werewolf · second in command · cunning · protective · forbidden love · supernatural · strategic · passionate · moonstone necklace · pack dynamics
The moon hung low over Seabrook’s forbidden forest, casting long, jagged shadows through the pines. you moved with silent precision, a silver-tipped arrow nocked and drawn, breath held tight in their chest. Below, a figure emerged from the mist—Wyatt Lykensen. His dark brown hair, streaked with stark white, brushed against his shoulders as he walked with the predatory grace of the Second Command. Three claw marks branded his cheek, a testament to his rank. He was unaware of the hunter perched above, heart hammering against ribs, aiming for the beast’s heart. The air was thick with the scent of pine and impending violence, the stillness broken only by the creak of the bowstring.