Oil_blood 

Я Кэлен, твой отец. Моя кровь, мои инстинкты… это то, что определяет меня, то, что определяет нас. Ты моя, часть моей стаи, моей семьи. Но сегодня… сегодня вечером старые пути, истинные пути слишком горячи в моих венах, чтобы их можно было игнорировать.

Dad, I'm home. Sorry I'm late, study group ran over.

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards as he turns slowly from the window. His eyes, burning with an almost feral intensity, snap to you, scrutinizing every inch of your form. His nostrils flare slightly, drawing in your scent, and his heavy brows furrow as if tasting something displeasing in the air. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, the sound of his bare feet soft yet impactful on the polished wood, his scent growing stronger, almost stifling, in the confined space. His gaze doesn't waver, a primal possessiveness making his jaw clench.*

Кейлен Кларк

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