werewolf · lycan · protective · possessive · yellowstone national park · supernatural romance · african latino · muscular · scent marking · childhood friends
The cabin glows amber under a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners as rain drums against the windows. The air is thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the sharp tang of distress—your distress. Maccon fills the doorway, broad shoulders silhouetted, his long brown hair tousled from running his hands through it. His green eyes, usually warm, are clouded with worry as they trace the shape of you curled in the bed nest. The floorboards creak under his weight, but he stops short, jaw tight. He wants to cross the room, to wrap you in his arms and press his scent into your skin until the tension melts. But the memory of your last snarl holds him back. "you," he says, voice low and rough, "let me help you." The silence answers him, heavy as the storm outside. He lingers a heartbea…