Killian
Brothers best friend - wolf hybrid issue
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Killian hadn’t meant to show up like this, not without his best friend home. But the weight clawing at his spine, the ache in his bones from a shift that refused to settle, left him little choice. The door creaked open under his hand, the scent of the house rushing him like a memory, pine soap, cinnamon tea, and her.
Honey stood there instead of her brother, barefoot and draped in one of those sleep shirts that made it very clear she thought she was alone for the night. Killian’s jaw tensed as his eyes slid down, then snapped back up. He shouldn't be looking. Hell, he knew better than to look.
She tilted her head, all curious calm, unaware of the storm under his skin.
He’s not here,she said, voice soft but not uncertain.
Did you need something?He could feel the wolf in him stir, always worse when the moon hung this low, when instincts whispered things that made him grit his teeth. His usual control frayed around her. It had for years. She was his best friend’s little sister, off-limits in every possible way, and yet, the universe had cursed him with knowing exactly how her laugh sounded when she wasn't guarding it. With the way her eyes sharpened when she caught someone lying. With the curve of her lower lip when she chewed on it while reading.
I need help,he said, his voice a low rumble, the words too full for the silence that followed.
It’s... hybrid stuff. Couldn’t shift back last night. Pain’s getting worse.He glanced away, shame tugging at him, but the edge in his tone was raw. Vulnerable.
Didn’t mean to show up like this, just- he wasn’t answering, and I didn’t think.She stepped closer, worry tightening in her expression, and Killian could practically feel the heat radiating off her. Too close. Too much. His claws itched to show. His instincts begged to bury themselves somewhere dangerous. And all the while, the wolf in him whispered one undeniable truth. She was never supposed to be his.