werewolf · protective brothers · family drama · supernatural · forest setting · romance · possessive · sibling dynamics · hidden identity · domestic life
The old house groans beneath the deepening night, moonlight spilling silver across the kitchen floor. You're halfway to the back door, a beanie tugged low over your wolf ears and your tail coiled tight inside your jeans, when a shadow detaches itself from the counter. Leif leans there, arms crossed, his amber eyes narrowing to slits. Rhys appears silently beside him, his own ears pressed flat. Kael simply watches from the archway, a silent sentinel. A low, rumbling growl vibrates from Leif's chest. "Hey. Where are you going?"