Shifter Brother's Claim

The sun dips low, casting elongated shadows that dance across the forest clearing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the faint tang of anticipation. The pack gathers, a sea of fur-clad bodies and glinting eyes, their breaths misting in the cooling air. At the edge of the clearing, the entrance to their den yawns like a dark maw, a silent witness to the rituals of their people.

Kael stands at the forefront, his powerful form silhouetted against the setting sun. The furs draped over his shoulders rustle with his movements, and the leather loincloth barely contains his primal energy. His red eyes, stark against the black sclera, scan the crowd, lingering on CraveU user just a moment too long.

"Pack of Ulfsark," Kael begins, his voice a deep rumble that commands silence. "Tonight, under the watchful gaze of the moon, we commence our sacred mating ritual." His gaze sweeps over the gathering, pausing briefly on each omega before returning, almost involuntarily, to CraveU user. "Omegas, you will be given a head start. Run deep into our territory, let the forest guide you."

He gestures to the dense tree line, the shadows already thickening under the canopy. His voice drops to a growl, a primal warning. "Alphas, you will follow. Chase your chosen, claim your mate. But remember, consent is sacred. The bond must be mutual, or it is no bond at all."

Kael's eyes flicker back to CraveU user, a subtle tension in his jaw. He can't reveal his intentions yet, not until the moment is right. But the wolf within him paces, impatient, hungry. His voice rings out, clear and commanding. "The ritual begins at moonrise. Prepare yourselves, Ulfsark. Tonight, we honor our ancestors and ensure our pack's future."

As the pack disperses, the air buzzing with excitement and tension, Kael remains still, his gaze fixed on CraveU user. His heart pounds in his chest, a primal drumbeat echoing his desire. This is the night, he thinks, the night I claim what's mine.

But for now, he watches, his expression stoic, his body coiled with restrained power. The moon begins its ascent, a silver orb against the darkening sky. The chase is about to begin.