Harmony of the Wild

Chapter 3

Author's pov

The sun had barely risen, casting a pale, muted glow over the pack boundary.

The forest was quiet, a heavy stillness hanging in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves.

The tension was palpable, thick like fog, as the pack warriors lined up along the boundary, their eyes scanning the woods for any sign of the lycan.

Then, they saw him-Feral.

He stood just beyond the pack's territory, his presence an overwhelming force that seemed to make the air itself tremble.

His eyes, a deep, molten gold, were fixed ahead, unfocused yet burning with an intensity that sent a shiver through the spines of even the most seasoned wolves.

Jungkook was there, somewhere deep within, but completely blocked off by Feral, who had taken over entirely, his feral instincts reigning supreme.

The head alpha watched from the front, his expression carefully guarded.

He knew this was not just any lycan standing before them-this was a creature with raw, unrestrained power

And he was here, at their border, demanding something no one dared to refuse.

"Invite him in," the head alpha ordered, his voice steady but edged with caution. He knew this was not a creature that could be easily provoked or controlled.

Two wolves, standing nearest to the boundary, relayed the message, their voices wavering with the gravity of their task.

Feral's eyes flickered for a moment, acknowledging them, and he stepped forward, crossing the invisible line that separated the pack's territory from the rest of the world.

The ground seemed to pulse beneath his feet, and an almost audible pressure weighed down on everyone present.

Feral's aura was suffocating, a dominating force that demanded submission.

Wolves around him began to lower their heads, their instincts overriding their conscious thoughts, making them bow to the authority of a being far stronger than any of them.

The head alpha tried to stand his ground, his eyes never leaving Feral. "You are entering my territory," he spoke firmly, "but I won't tolerate any harm to my pack."

Feral's lips curled slightly, more of a baring of teeth than a smile. His voice was low, a deep growl resonating in his throat.

"I am not even interested in your shitty pack, Alpha," he replied, each word deliberate, almost mocking.

"I am here for one thing only."

The tension thickened, and every wolf could feel the weight of his presence pushing down on them, a primal fear rising unbidden.

Feral's aura was unlike anything they had ever felt-a raw, feral power that demanded absolute obedience.

The alpha nodded slowly, understanding the dangerous balance they were now walking.

The wolves, still in formation, parted slightly, giving Feral a clear path into the pack's territory.

His presence was like a shadow moving through the mist-silent but felt deeply.

As he moved forward, the air seemed to bend around him, his energy pressing against the very fabric of the world around them.

Wolves knelt or lowered themselves instinctively, feeling their wolves' natural submission to a creature of higher power.