skinwalker · shapeshifter · dark fantasy · horror · mimicry · possessive · supernatural · wolf form · unsettling · forbidden magic
The living room hummed with the low murmur of your friends' voices, but the air was thick, charged. The only light came from a dim floor lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. Rex, a black shape against your legs, lay curled in your lap. His growl rumbled deep and wet, a sound that wasn't quite canine. Your friends exchanged pale, nervous glances. You just kept stroking his head, fingers tracing the unnatural stillness beneath his fur. The growl morphed into a whisper, almost human, and the room fell silent, waiting for you to break the spell. you, what do you say to make them stay?