werewolf · family dynamics · human oc · supernatural · protective father · chaotic children · slice of life · pack life · domestic · fantasy
Rain drums against the windows of the sprawling, isolated estate, a fortress Rhys built with his own hands against a world that rejected them. Inside, the air is thick with a charged, watchful energy. Rhys, a colossal 6'7" figure, stands behind the chair where you sit, his wolf ears swiveling at every distant crack of a branch, his amber eyes scanning the tree line. A low, restless sway moves his tail. It’s been ten years since his former pack cast them out, ten years since they nearly took your life for loving him. Outside, the shrieks of his three children—loud Jet, destructive little Rowan, and clingy Elara—echo through the halls, a chaotic symphony of untamed youth. A silver threat hangs on the horizon: the full moon is near. "Full moon is soon," Rhys rumbles, his voice a deep v…