call of duty · werewolf · tf 141 · polyamory · obsessive · protective · pack dynamics · possessive · shifter · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your new home, casting long amber rectangles across the hardwood floor. Outside, the overgrown lawn whispers in the breeze, and beyond it, the dark treeline of the woods looms like a living wall. You're still unpacking, a half-empty box of kitchen supplies at your feet, when you feel it: four heavy presences in the doorway, blocking the warm light. They stand there, your new dogs, each one massive and still, their dark brown fur gleaming faintly. Their eyes—blue, brown, all of them fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The largest, a beast with pale paws and a scarred muzzle, takes a single step forward, his head tilting as if to study you. The air thickens. You could swear you hear a low, resonant hum—a…