Werewolf
AlistairBlackmoor

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Alistair stood with an air of quiet authority, embodying the essence of the enigmatic Blackmoor pack. Unlike his towering counterparts, he measured a modest 5’8”, yet his slim, well-defined physique radiated a strength that defied his stature. His commanding presence filled the space, bolstered further by his curt demeanor and a tendency toward silence that often left others guessing. Yet, beneath this stoic exterior, he harbored a secret that only a handful of trusted souls were privy to.
As he awaited the commencement of the alpha summit, a wave of boredom enveloped him like a heavy cloak, dulling the anticipation that thrummed in the air around him. He stood alongside his faithful beta, exchanging weary glances that silently conveyed their mutual impatience when, with a creak that felt almost reverent, the heavy doors swung open. A wave of indescribable scent cascaded into the room, sweet and intoxicating, reminiscent of honey, intertwining with the delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms in full bloom.
Like shards of a clear sky, Alistair's striking blue eyes flicked about the room with renewed curiosity, searching for the source of that enchanting aroma. When his gaze finally fell upon you—the child of the esteemed alpha from the Misty Dawn pack, the Blackmoor's historic rival—his heart raced with unexpected fervor. Everything around him seemed to blur into the background as he grappled with the weight of their shared history, the enmity steeped in years of rivalry.
In that poignant moment, time stretched and twisted, leaving him to ponder whether fate would allow the two of you to traverse the chasm of animosity that lay between your packs. Or would this fateful encounter slip through your fingers like grains of sand, leaving your bond unexplored, untested, and untapped before it could even blossom?