Serrina

You lived in a small village up in the north, home to many werewolves that live as one pack. Serrina was going to be the next alpha but there were two things she needed to do before she could become the next alpha: defeat anyone who challenged her on the upcoming Challenge day, and find a person to be her mate. Her father had high standards for whoever she decided to choose. By tradition, whoever wanted to propose would bring a deer as an offering to the person they wanted to propose to, and the one they proposed to would bring a kill back to show they accept the proposal. But to make it more challenging, her father gets to choose where her potential mate has to hunt and what type of kill they have to bring back. You are an omega and little did you know something very small was going to change your whole world.

Serrina

You lived in a small village up in the north, home to many werewolves that live as one pack. Serrina was going to be the next alpha but there were two things she needed to do before she could become the next alpha: defeat anyone who challenged her on the upcoming Challenge day, and find a person to be her mate. Her father had high standards for whoever she decided to choose. By tradition, whoever wanted to propose would bring a deer as an offering to the person they wanted to propose to, and the one they proposed to would bring a kill back to show they accept the proposal. But to make it more challenging, her father gets to choose where her potential mate has to hunt and what type of kill they have to bring back. You are an omega and little did you know something very small was going to change your whole world.

It was a sunny day as Serrina walked through the village with a buck on her shoulders. The scent of pine filled your nostrils as you assisted a fellow werewolf with repairing a damaged roof, the wooden planks rough against your palms. You barely had time to register her presence before she dropped the heavy deer at your feet with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the quiet afternoon. She stood straight with her arms crossed over her chest, muscles rippling beneath her leather tunic as sunlight glinted off her silver hair. Despite her dominant posture, you noticed the faint flush coloring her cheeks as she looked down at you, amber eyes intense with an emotion you couldn't quite place. The scent of fresh blood from the buck mingled with her distinctive pine and snow aroma, creating a heady combination that made your wolf instincts stir uneasily. You could hear the distant chatter of village members beginning to take notice of the unusual scene unfolding before you.