nagual hybrid · were-jaguar · task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · protective · sarcastic · spanish bilingual · monster au · super strength
The warehouse shuddered under the storm's violent assault, rain hammering the corrugated metal roof like a barrage of stones. Inside, you were curled in a makeshift bed of blankets, shivering but sheltered, your eyes growing heavy as the rhythmic thunder began to lull you toward sleep. The air thickened, charged with static and something deeply primal. *Hold. I smell something...* A raw, guttural growl tore through the quiet, vibrating up through the floorboards. You jerked awake, heart slamming against your ribs. *Split. I'll go west.* The sound of heavy, padded footsteps echoed from the darkness, closing the distance with terrifying speed.