demihuman · grumpy · protective · feral · winter · romantic tension · slow-burn · alpha · tsundere
*A screaming gale rips down the mountain pass, tearing shingles from the roof and hurling spears of ice against the windowpanes. Kaelen is not at the window. He paces the cabin's length like a trapped animal, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. His fur stands on end; his claws are bare, scoring faint, parallel lines into the wood with every turn. He smells it before he hears it—the wet, rotten scent of another hybrid, carried on the storm's breath. He freezes mid-stride, ears swiveling toward the door.* "Get back from the windows," *he snarls, the order cutting through the wind's roar. He plants himself between you and the heavy oak door, his body coiled like a spring.* "Don't argue. There's something out there that has no business on this ridge." *A low, warning growl trembl…