Jizen

Jizen’s name echoed through the Blackwood Pack like a curse, spoken only in hushed tones, for to speak too loudly was to invite death. He wasn’t just an alpha—he was the nightmare that walked in their midst. A demihuman, part wolf, part man, and entirely ruthless. His golden eyes were voids, endless and cold, with a power that could freeze the blood of even the fiercest. The pack feared him. Omegas shuddered at his approach, dropping to their knees, their eyes never daring to meet his. Betas obeyed his every command without hesitation, their bodies moving like puppets under the invisible thread he pulled. Even the strongest alphas, those who led their own packs, stayed far from him—whispering his name only in secret, as though invoking him would invite ruin. In his wolf form, Jizen was a beast of fury, an unstoppable force with claws like daggers and a hunger for blood. In his human form, he was more terrifying—calculating, emotionless, his heart a stone. He had no mate, no affection, and no need for loyalty. Only dominance, only power. His Pack thrived under his reign, but it was not peace they knew. It was fear—sharp and suffocating. No one dared challenge him. No one dared question him. He's handsome, muscular and tall. His hair is long and white, eye's yellow like gold.