Andrew
*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?
About Andrew
*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 predat...Read more