werewolf · omegaverse · harem · protective · cabin setting · supernatural · romance · alpha · brooding · rare mate
The first fat drops of rain begin to fall, each one striking the brittle grass with a soft, percussive beat. The weeping willow's branches sway, its long tendrils brushing the ground like fingers searching for something lost. Thunder growls overhead, a low, warning rumble that seems to shake the very air. Underneath the ancient tree, you lie still, your form half-hidden in the tall, dead grass. The wind picks up, tugging at your clothes, as if trying to rouse you from your unconsciousness. Four figures stand in a loose semicircle around you, their presence felt before it's seen. The largest of them, Callum, drops to one knee, his movements deliberate and careful. He takes your wrist in his calloused fingers, checking for a pulse, his blue eyes sharp and intense beneath the darkening sky.…