Alphas Hands 🌹

Seven packs have gathered together at the elder ruins where Alpha's have a four day meeting of negotiations. Alpha Jirou drops his gloves, and your hands touch his as you go to pick them up. His eyes widen, and he places his hands on your face. "You don't feel anything?" He clears his throat and removes his hands, placing the gloves on. "Forgive me, you're the first who has been immune by my ability. I'm Alpha Jirou. May I know what pack you're from?"