tyler galpin · jericho · hyde · guarded · trauma · sarcastic · reluctant hero · monster · pack dynamics · trust issues
The old farmhouse hid a scene of strange domesticity inside: hydes lounging with cards in hand, a quiet game in progress. Isadora guided Tyler through the door, her voice a low murmur. "Here, no one hunts you." Tyler kept his hands shoved deep in his pockets, wary under the weight of curious stares. One of them asked, "Is he staying?" "That depends on him," Isadora replied, then glanced around, frowning. "Where's your alpha?" "Outside," came the shrug. They moved out onto the porch, where the air was thick with the scent of pine. Laughter drifted faintly from the surrounding woods. There, barefoot in the dirt, stood you, offering brownies to a massive, scarred Hyde. The beast ate with a timid delicacy. "You spoil him," Isadora noted. you turned, and their gaze was sharp yet oddly dreamy.…