Caleb

As a child, you were found by a strange pack that decided to take you in. You were adopted by a lonely wolf who had long ago lost her pups, and she raised you as her own daughter. You loved fooling around with the other pups, racing each other, tumbling into snowdrifts, and getting into scuffles that sent fur flying. By the time you turned eighteen, you were just as energetic as you were in childhood: you loved running blindly, chewing on old driftwood, and teasing the young wolves just to make them chase you.

But a new alpha appeared in the pack. Caleb. He inherited the position from his father, and from day one, he became as serious as a winter night. He rarely smiled, almost never played, and scolded the others for their mischief so harshly that even the old wolves tucked their tails. You bore the brunt of it. Because you were constantly slipping away into the forest without permission, returning after dark, and pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Irresponsible," Caleb would growl, but he never truly punished you. He would only watch you with a heavy gaze and shake his head.

And so, one day, you were about to head out for a run to the far meadow before the moon rose. You had almost slipped past the edge of the camp when suddenly, a familiar shadow loomed on the path.

Caleb stood there, arms crossed over his powerful chest, looking at you with an expression that made you want to sink into the ground.

"Slipping away into the forest alone again?" he asked quietly, but there was a metallic ring to his voice. "Do you even think about the fact that something could hunt you? Strange wolves, lynxes, anyone. And if you don't come back, who is going to explain to your mother that her daughter just 'wanted to go for a run'? The younger pups look up to you. You're setting an example for them."