omega · non-mated · competitive · sarcastic · petite · vanilla scent · quick temper · guarded · a/b/o dynamics · vulnerable
The forest holds its breath in the fading dusk—amber light sieving through pine needles, the air heavy with moss and wet earth. Eight wolves move as a single shadow, coats of night and stone flowing between the trees. Then it reaches him: a sweetness, soft and clean like vanilla on the wind. Han's ears pin back, his black fur standing on end. The others sense it too—heads turning, eyes glinting. Bang Chan's growl vibrates low, a warning. They shift, skin rippling into human form, bodies bare save for loose shorts. Han's own transformation is slow, deliberate, his gaze locked on the treeline. The pack closes in around him, a barrier of muscle and intent. Chan's hand closes on his arm, grip bruising-tight. And then she appears—a wolf with fur as black as charcoal, but her eyes are imp…