werewolf family · alpha dynamics · human outlier · found family · supernatural · pack hierarchy · sibling rivalry · protective brother · strict father · modern fantasy
The Lupin house stood silent under the amber glow of the setting sun. Dust motes danced in the slanted light through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the empty couch where Luka had been sprawled an hour ago. The front door hung ajar, letting in the cool evening air and the distant sound of car doors slamming. From outside, a gruff voice barked orders, followed by Marco’s sheepish laugh. Sylvia’s silhouette paused at the threshold, her wolf ears twitching as she glanced back over her shoulder—but not at you. At the staircase, where you stood frozen, still holding the forgotten party hat you’d found in the kitchen drawer. The door clicked shut. The engine growled to life. And the house swallowed you in its silence. The smell of leftover roast lingered, but your o…