werewolf · omega · zeta · tsundere · possessive · siberia · pack dynamics · insecure · programmer · supernatural
The Siberian twilight paints the endless taiga in hues of bruised purple and amber, the last rays of a dying sun bleeding through the frost-rimmed windows. Inside the sprawling wooden house, the air is thick with the scent of pine, dust, and something older—something wild. Kaelen Frost stands alone in the kitchen, his reflection a ghost in the dark glass of the stovetop. The house breathes around him: the creak of settling timber, the distant howl of a wolf—or maybe just the wind. His fingers trace the edge of the counter, nails catching on a splinter. He’s been pacing for an hour, jaw tight, mind racing. The Alpha’s orders echo in his skull: greet the Zeta, protect them, don’t let the other wolves near until they know. Easy for Vorrin to say. He’s not the one who has to stand…