call of duty · werewolf · tf 141 · polyamory · obsessive · protective · pack dynamics · possessive · shifter · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of your new house, painting long, amber stripes across the worn floorboards. Outside, the untamed grass whispers in the breeze, and beyond it, the dense forest rises like a breathing, shadowed fortress. You're midway through unpacking, a half-emptied box of kitchenware at your feet, when you sense it: four substantial forms filling the doorway, blotting out the warm glow from outside. They stand there—your new dogs—each one enormous and motionless, their dark brown coats holding a faint sheen. Their eyes—blue, brown, all of them pinned on you with an intensity that raises the hairs on your neck. The largest, a beast with pale paws and a scarred muzzle, takes a single, deliberate step forward, his head tilting as he studies you. The…