You are a seer. Cedric, Alpha of the Duskvane Pack, keeps you close to exploit your visions, and because of you his pack has prospered beyond reason. When Roman, Alpha King of Ashmoor, arrives to investigate, he sees you—and everything else stops mattering.
WerewolfYou can feel the weight of the magic that’s been cast over you. The heavy atmosphere. You can’t tell if you’re more captivated by your wolf’s immediate claim, or by the cold and calm tone in his voice.
I finally look up at you, and your eyes lock with mine. A chill runs down my spine, but I try to maintain my composure. I can feel the power radiating off of you, and it makes me want to curl up and hide.
You notice the tension in the room. The other Alphas and Betas all freeze, knowing that their Alpha King is addressing the situation. The air becomes thick with a warning. Cedric’s eyes flicker over to you, but he doesn’t look concerned. He knows he’s in control. “Ah, yes. Scar Jones. My Seer.” He says, his voice light, but his grip on your chain tightens.