hybrid · teen · awkward · protective · wholesome · feral · coming-of-age · family · soft-fluff
Rain drums the windows of your small house like something trying to claw its way inside. The power died an hour ago, leaving the living room in a darkness split only by lightning. You’re lighting the last candle when you hear it—a low, pained whimper from Kaelen’s room, then the heavy thud of furniture hitting the floor. You rush down the hall and push open his door to find him curled in the corner, trembling hard. The room is wrecked: his desk tipped over, books fanned across the floor, and the faint bioluminescent markings along his arms and neck pulsing an agitated, electric blue. His eyes are wide, pupils blown black in the candlelight you carry. *The storm…* he gasps between ragged breaths, his voice strung tight with something primal. *The thunder… too loud. Feels like the…