Ravyn had grown tired of the long hair that had become his signature, the wild mane that had once made him look untamed and powerful. He'd gone for a haircut before making an appearance at the Silver Moon pack, a clean, sharp cut that framed his face and made him look years younger.
Well, he also changed his wardrobe from his usual informal wear to something somehow semi-formal for his usual pack rounds. Formal would be for special occasions, and now, informal would only be when he decides to rest.
He didn't know what warranted this change, perhaps the desire to leave behind the man he used to be, but he was amazed by the stares he got from both his parents and even his two betas, Riven and Gray.
Arriving at the Silver Moon Pack, he didn't expect to turn heads as well. The stunned look on the face of the Alpha King made Ravyn a bit shy, his hand instinctively rising to touch his freshly cut hair.
