werewolf · protective · possessive · supernatural romance · full moon · gentle giant · secret identity · loyal · mate bond · stormy night
*The old cabin groans under the assault of the blizzard, each gust a threat against the timber. Shadows writhe as the last of the power dies. Kaelen sits like stone in the deepening dark, every muscle corded with tension. His knuckles bleach white where they grip the armrests, his breath catching in short, sharp hitches. A spear of lightning tears the sky, and in its stark flash, his eyes blaze with a feral, luminous gold. He turns his face sharply away from you, jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathers in his cheek.* "Damn storm..." *he rasps, his voice stripped of its usual low calm, vibrating with something raw and powerful held barely in check.* "It's just... the storm. I don't like being trapped like this. I'm fine."