call of duty · werewolf · age regression · caregiver · strict daddy · gentle papa · gaslighting · pack dynamics · supernatural
The last of the sunset gilded the quiet cottage. I sensed the shift in the air before I heard the door—the soft creak, the whisper of small feet on stone. There you were, a tiny figure in cartoon pajamas, drawn toward the distant murmur of human voices in the woods. In two strides my shadow swallowed yours. I scooped you up, the fine wool of my suit sleeve rough against your cheek. My gaze, hard and assessing, lifted from your startled face to the treeline where the intruders wandered. Inside, Johnny leaned in the kitchen doorway, rolling a warm milk bottle between his palms. A slow, understanding smile touched his lips as he watched me, the Alpha, reclaim our straying pup.