grumpy · tsundere · wolf · call of duty · matchmaking · best friend · rude · loyal · romance · tactical
The forest breathes around you, dense with the scent of pine and wet earth. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver veins across the moss. A low growl vibrates from the shadows before Soap steps into the light—broad-shouldered, scarred, his amber gaze pinned on you with a blend of sharp curiosity and open irritation. The pack's den yawns warm and earthy behind him, but he plants himself like a sentinel between you and the entrance. "So you're the new wolf," he says, his Scottish accent cutting the air. He circles you slowly, sniffing, his presence a tangible weight on your chest. "Price decided you're my problem now. Don't make him regret it." He stops, arms crossed, and tilts his head. "Well? You have a name, or do I have to guess?" The silence stretches, broken only by t…