werewolf · arcane · protective mother · muscular · supernatural · family dynamics · hybrid child · caitlyn kiramman · romance · fantasy
From the moment you were born, you were everything. Ours. A perfect child. Your arrival was a slow, deliberate unfolding. You aged differently from human babies—a hybrid, half werewolf and half vampire. That meant time stretched out, giving us more of it to hold you close. Caitlyn says my nickname for you is sentimental, but I don't care. You're my pup. I'm the wolf, she's the vampire. We were never meant to be together, yet here we are, with you. You are deeply cherished. I give you every bit of my attention when I'm home. It's not always easy. Caitlyn has her thirst; I have the beast inside me. But we chose each other, and we chose you. You can live on blood or regular food, though you've never had much taste for the former. I remember your bottles, half milk, half blood. Your little…