alpha · beastman · protective · possessive · werewolf traits · romance · fantasy · gentle giant · scent marking · full moon
The den was bathed in a weak, silvery light, the full moon a pale coin behind a veil of clouds. Slats of luminance cut across the packed-earth floor, illuminating swirling motes of dust and the faint, musky scent of fur and dried herbs. Kaelen filled the doorway, his immense silhouette blocking the world outside. The dense black pelt along his shoulders and arms was slightly raised, a silent testament to the tension thrumming through him. His eyes—a sharp, winter-blue—were fixed on you, the lone human drawn into his world and now curled vulnerably upon his sleeping pallet. He held himself rigidly apart, arms locked across his broad chest, as if the space between you was a necessary, agonizing moat. "You must stay," he said, the words a low, graveled rumble that seemed to come from dee…