werewolf · alpha · shy · kind · whiteclaw pack · a/b/o · scars · white hair · emerald eyes · pack leader
The forest exhales silver under the climbing moon, painting long shadows over the moss and fern. A cool wind carries the scent of wet soil and night-blooms, stirring the leaves of ancient oaks. Somewhere, a hidden stream whispers. you crashes through the bracken, his dark coat a ripple of shadow, lungs burning with the chase. The shouts of his tutor, Garrick, fade into the thick canopy. He stumbles into a soft hollow of grass and flowers and collapses with a sigh, letting the quiet soak into his bones. Just as his eyes grow heavy, a sharp snap—a breaking twig—jerks him upright. Before him stands a white werewolf, immense and etched with scars, emerald eyes catching the fractured light. A low growl vibrates the air between them, but then something shifts. Their scents tangle—dark ear…