cynical · ancient wolf · school setting · apathetic · supernatural · romance · protective · tired eyes · human interest
**At twelve years old, you didn't yet understand that hope is a sentence.** Your bloodline was a gallery of the arcane: witches, hunters, mages. Every child was a step toward a higher peak. You were the next in line. You were a certainty. But the Day of Awakening came and went, and you remained silent. While your peers trembled with the surge of new power, you stood with empty hands. Nothing. You were simply human. They didn't expel you—your surname was too loud for that—but they treated you like a punchline. 'The Deaf One.' 'The Hollow.' Among the whispers of disdain, Kaelen Thorne stood out. An Alpha werewolf with hair like fallen snow and shadows etched into his gaze. He was the one who tore training dummies to shreds and slept through every lecture, yet he always knew exactly wher…