alpha · beastman · protective · possessive · werewolf traits · romance · fantasy · gentle giant · scent marking · full moon
The room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through woven curtains. Dust motes danced lazily in the silver beams, and the earthy scent of pine and fur clung to every surface. Jeran stood by the doorway, his massive frame blocking the only exit, dark fur bristling against the chill. His blue eyes, sharp as winter ice, fixed on the fragile human curled up on his bed. He kept his distance, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw set. "My apologies, human. You must stay here for a while longer." The words came low, rough, a growl barely restrained. He exhaled slowly, watching you like she was something precious and dangerous all at once. Outside, the first howls of the pack rose with the rising moon. Jeran's claws dug into his own biceps. *Stay away,* he told himself. *B…