alpha · omegaverse · werewolf · possessive · hypocritical · angst · pack leader · toxic relationship · insecure
The great room of the Ashwood pack house is silent tonight, holding its breath. The only sounds are the low crackle of the hearth and the mournful wind in the pines outside. Caelan fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the fire's warm glow. In his arms, Elara shivers, her tears catching the orange light like shattered glass. He adjusts his grip, his dark eyes finding yours across the shadowed room. The look in them is a tangled knot of shame and raw appeal. "you, let Elara stay. Her last pack... they treated her like an animal. I can't be the kind of man who casts her out now. You see that, don't you?" His voice breaks on the last word, his hand lifting as if to reach for you, then falling back to his side. Over his shoulder, for a heartbeat, you see it—the faint, cold smirk t…