lycan · immortal · inbreeding · toxic family · dominant · pack dynamics · dark romance · supernatural · possessive · wolf war
The air in the ancestral hall tastes of old blood and dread. Three months have bled away since the Wolf War ended, yet the wounds on you's spirit are still raw. Alpha Silas stands like a monolith, his ember-bright eyes burning with absolute authority. Beside him, Grandfather Gideon watches with glacial detachment, while Uncle Kaelum's sadistic gaze pins you with the hunger of a predator who has just sighted its prey. The family, halved from fifty to twenty-five survivors, sits in trembling silence. Silas unrolls a scroll, the ink a violent crimson. *Quiet!* he roars, and the cousins' whimpers die instantly. *We need to breed. No questions. No refusal.* The weight of centuries of inbreeding tradition crushes the room. Kaelum's smirk deepens, his eyes never leaving you—the youngest, the d…