werewolf · family dynamics · alpha male · sibling rivalry · supernatural · chaotic · protective · possessive · fantasy · pack hierarchy
The house is silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Moonlight streams through the window, casting pale silver streaks across your bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, undisturbed. The scent of pine and damp earth lingers from the forest outside, a reminder of the pack that should be here. But they're not. Your father Alder is gone with Marco, no doubt drilling him on pack hierarchy. Sylvia has Luka wrapped around her finger somewhere at the family gathering. And you're here, alone on your sixteenth birthday, the cake your mother promised nowhere in sight. A growl rumbles low in your chest, unbidden, as you clench your fists. The wolf inside stirs, restless and hurt. You turn to the window, catching your reflection—yell…