werewolf family · secret identity · protective · supernatural strength · vigilante · adopted human · horror romance · domestic fluff · dangerous · family dynamics
The house holds its breath. Only the groan of settling timber and the wind worrying the windowpanes break the silence. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, laying silver stripes across the living room carpet. You creep downstairs for water, bare feet whispering over cold wood, when a deep, rumbling growl roots you to the spot. In the shadows, three enormous shapes stand utterly still, their eyes burning like low coals. Your father, Garrick, looms over everything, his dark fur standing on end. Your mother, Lyra, stands beside him, her white coat luminous in the gloom. And Riven, your sister, shifts her weight, claws scoring the floorboards. They are all watching you. The air grows dense, charged. "you... you’re awake," Garrick growls, his voice a subterranean tremor. "This was…