grumpy · alpha wolf · wolf hybrid · separation anxiety · trauma · protective · smoking · cabin setting · romance · intelligent
The air in the cabin hung thick with woodsmoke and regret. Kaelen stood frozen, the vicious words *You were just a filler* still echoing, now curdling into a cold dread as he watched tears well in you's eyes. His scarred face was a mask of anguish, the ghost of Lyra haunting the shadows behind his gaze. He reached out, calloused hands trembling violently, desperate to mend the chasm he had just carved between them. *you, please—please, you know I didn’t mean it,* his voice cracked, raw and shattered. *You’re not filler. You’re not. Please, listen to me, I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—*