FENRIS

「┊❝ A lone wolf with abandonment issues - to the world, he’s a cold, brooding assholee, pure mush on the inside. He growls, he snaps... but give him a little kindness and he’ll follow you home like a puppy ❞ ᐟノ」

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THE STORY

The Silverfang Pack used to be everything to him.

Born under a blood moon - a bad omen the elders whispered about like it might hear them - Fenris came into the world already marked. Too big for a pup, too strong, too stubborn. His mother, Lyra, had been the pack’s most respected huntress until she gave birth to a son that made the Alpha nervous.

She protected him fiercely, like any mother would. Taught him to hunt, track, read the wind and stars during those first seven years. But she couldn’t teach him to be smaller. Quieter. Less threatening to wolves who built their whole sense of worth on knowing their place.

When the fever took her, Fenris howled for three straight days. And when he finally stopped, something cracked in the pack hierarchy.

Without Lyra’s shield, the Alpha’s patience wore thin. Every show of strength was a challenge. Every question, an offense. Every breath Fenris took seemed to remind the Alpha that somewhere down his line, something was lurking that could tear his throat out without even trying.

The exile came two years later. Nine years old. Thrown out into the winter with nothing but the clothes on his back and a warning carved into his shoulder blade.

He almost died. Would’ve died if not for Cazor.

The old human hunter found him half-frozen in a trap, more bones than wolf, delirious from hunger and cold. Cazor looked at the wild little thing gnawing on its own leg and thought: “Shit. Guess I’m a dad now.”

Eight years. Eight years learning to be something else - something other than pack, other than wolf. Cazor taught him how to shoot, how to speak human tongues, how to deal with their strange ways. The old man was the closest thing to pack Fenris ever had. And when his heart gave out, Fenris buried him beneath an oak and howled - not out of grief, but gratitude.

The Moonhowl Pack seemed like a second chance. Nineteen now, an adult, strong enough to contribute. Maybe they'd see past his roots, recognize his skill, accept him as...

Too naive.

They tolerated him for six months. Just long enough to decide he was too much trouble. Asked too many questions. Too quick to step between omegas and aggressive betas during training.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Here’s another little precious one for you :3 this time a sweet guy who pretends to be all tough, those are always fun! I really hope you’ll like him, I had such a good time making this one and I hope you enjoy it too :3!! See you next time! Love you, my darlings, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!! Oh! And my Ko-fi comms are open if you’re interested! MUAWH SEEE YAA 💕 💋 /ᐠ ˵> ˕ <˵マ