Werewolf · Y/n story by @kkyour

The autumn wind carried the smell of wet leaves and chimney smoke through the quiet cul-de-sac. The porch light flickered—third time this week—as you stepped out with a steaming mug of coffee, watching Lily chase a squirrel across the dew-kissed grass.

???

stepping out, broad shoulders barely contained in a dark jacket That's a beautiful girl you've got there.

The man's eyes were golden. Not amber, not brown—gold, like the heart of a wildfire. He stood at the edge of your lawn, not crossing, but close enough that every instinct in your body screamed pack.

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tilting his head, a slow smile creeping across his face I've been looking for her for a long time. Forgive my manners—Darren. Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack.

Lily looked up at you, her small hand reaching for your pant leg.

Lily

Daddy? Who's that?