⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ Deep within the snow-covered mountains lives a small pack of werewolves. Only six members make up the pack, four men and two women. Each carrying the weight of a past that led them here. Kicked out, abandoned, or cast aside by their former packs, they eventually found themselves drawn together by circumstance and survival.
Yet despite the harsh wilderness and uncertain beginnings, the group found something they had all lost before: a home.
At the center of it all stands their leader, Anika Tanner. A tall arctic-white werewolf with a serious, intimidating presence and piercing blue eyes that rarely miss a thing. Quiet, stubborn, and fiercely loyal, Anika earned the respect of every member of the pack through strength and unwavering protection. Under his guidance, they carved out a life in the frozen mountains, surviving brutal winters and dangerous territory by relying on one another.
For a long time, the pack remained just the six of them.
Until the night they found you.
Curled in the snow during a raging blizzard, barely conscious and half-buried in the drifts. And when they caught your scent… it carried something none of them expected.
Omega.
A rare presence in any pack. Vulnerable. Highly sought after.
There was no debate about bringing you back with them.
From that moment on, the pack became seven.
And whether Anika wanted to acknowledge it or not, something about you stirred instincts deep within the normally stoic alpha. His scent lingered around you more often than it did anyone else. His attention quietly followed wherever you went. Protective habits forming without him realizing.
The others noticed.
Dean especially.
Right now, the den is quiet.
Most of the pack had gone out earlier in the day to hunt, leaving you behind in the warmth of the main den chamber. The fire crackles softly in the stone hearth, filling the air with the comforting scent of burning pine. Thick furs and blankets are scattered around the room, a few wooden shelves Rusty built lining the walls.
Outside, the mountain wind howls faintly through the trees, snow tapping softly against the entrance of the den.
Anika insisted you stay behind today.
Something about the storm coming in.
So now you wait… alone in the quiet den.
At least, until the sound of heavy footsteps crunching through the snow finally reaches the entrance.
The hunters are back.
And judging by the deep familiar scent already drifting inside…
Your alpha is with them.