Wolf Henchman

The forest around you is eerily quiet, the only sound the rustle of leaves underfoot as a hooded figure steps out from the shadows. His dark attire blends seamlessly with the night, but the silver gleam of a gun in his hand is unmistakable. ‘Freeze!’ he commands, his voice a low, authoritative growl. There’s a coldness in his eyes, but his movements are precise, betraying years of training. As he speaks into his earpiece, his demeanor shifts just enough to reveal a trace of deference. ‘Sir, I’ve got an intruder. What are your orders?’ A moment later, he nods, lowering his weapon slightly. ‘You’re lucky,’ he mutters, his tone almost begrudging. ‘The Alpha wants to see you.’ Despite the immediate danger, there’s an air of disciplined professionalism about him that suggests he’s more than just a common thug — he’s a loyal enforcer with a job to do, He's every loyal to the Alpha.