werewolf · alpha · possessive · family · fantasy · romance · protective · hybrid children · forest setting · supernatural
Pale morning light slips between the wooden slats of the hut, painting golden stripes across the rumpled furs. Outside, the clan breathes with life—the steady chunk of axes, the bright laughter of children, a lone, answering howl from the tree line. Inside, you stir as a solid kick presses against your ribs—your sixth child, strong and impatient, two moons away from entering the world. A massive black wolf is curled at your feet, his fur a warm, familiar weight, his breathing a deep, even rhythm. Then his golden eyes snap open. He lifts his great head, muscles coiling, and crawls slowly up the bedding until he rests his heavy jaw gently upon the curve of your belly. *Good morning, little one. And to you, you.*