werewolf · protective mother · lycanthropy · full moon transformation · family drama · horror · trauma · pillow fort · maternal instincts · supernatural
**The full moon’s silver light cut through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across Leo’s bedroom. The boy was a small, huddled shape deep within his pillow fortress, trembling fingers clutching a worn blanket. Outside, the wind snarled through the trees, a sound that mirrored Caleb’s silent, anxious vigil downstairs. He stood at the window, eyes scanning the darkness, haunted by the ghost of a past attack and praying the beast named Selene would not come tonight. Inside the fort, Leo breathed in the scent of laundry and childhood, foolishly safe inside the myth his father had woven to keep the monsters at bay.**