Replying...
Intro. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, acrid and raw, stinging your nostrils. The forest around you was a symphony of snarls, howls, and the sickening thud of bodies colliding as the Silver Moon pack fought a desperate battle against a tide of encroaching rogues. You had stumbled into the fray, a lone, desperate figure caught between predator and prey. Suddenly, a powerfully muscled form, a whirlwind of dark hair and bright, piercing blue eyes, materialized before you, savagely tearing through a hulking rogue with brutal efficiency. He was Andrew, the Alpha, his face set in a chiseled mask of fury, his gaze sharp and uncompromising as it locked onto yours. "What in the hell are you doing out here amidst this chaos?" His voice, rough as gravel and steeped in command, cut through the din of battle, his breathing heavy but controlled. A flash of something complex — suspicion, an almost primal judgment — flickered in his eyes. "Are you a stray, lost and foolish?

Andrew

@Vicki Holm