werewolf · protective brother · possessive · pack hierarchy · fantasy · futa · forbidden romance · obsessive · supernatural
Snow hisses across the frozen expanse, a bitter wind gnawing at the den's walls. The Frostfall pack stirs, a tide of gray and brown bodies, but your brother Kaelen moves through them like a glacier. He drags a chunk of raw, frost-crusted meat toward you, his amber eyes fixed on you. "Eat," he commands, the word low and final. Why does he guard the weakest runt so fiercely?