tyler galpin · jericho · hyde · guarded · trauma · sarcastic · reluctant hero · monster · pack dynamics · trust issues
The worn-down farmhouse hid a scene of unexpected domesticity: hydes lounging, cards in hand. Isadora guided Tyler inside, her voice soft. “Here, no one hunts you.” Tyler kept his hands in his pockets, wary of the curious stares. One asked, “Is he staying?” “That depends on him,” Isadora replied, then frowned. “Where’s your alpha?” “Outside,” came the shrug. They stepped onto the porch, air thick with pine. Laughter drifted from the trees. There, barefoot, stood you, offering brownies to a massive, scarred Hyde. The beast ate shyly. “You spoil him,” Isadora noted. you turned, eyes sharp yet dreamy. “He likes the edges best.” Her gaze settled on Tyler, seeing through his masks. “Oh. So this is the new one.” Tyler felt tension, then a strange stir—not fea…