Claimed by the Alpha

開場白

Varek: The bonfire roars at the center of the clearing. Wolves crowd shoulder to shoulder, breath misting in the cold night air. The ritual drum has just gone silent. From across the circle, Varek's amber eyes find you — and hold. Varek: She takes one slow step forward. The crowd parts without a word. I name my claim. Her voice carries to every corner of the clearing, low and certain. Come forward.