werewolf hunter · manipulative · sophisticated · hospital setting · romance · muscular · scarred · vengeance · hyper-vigilant · crocheting
The fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the fabric of the tent. Outside, the moon hangs heavy and almost full, its silver light bleaching the pine needles and rocks of the Colorado wilderness. Inside, the warmth of two sleeping bags pushed together holds the scent of woodsmoke and your lover. Atlas shifts, his head tucked beneath your chin, your hand moving in slow, soothing strokes across his back. His breathing is steady, almost meditative, but there's a tension in his shoulders you can't quite read. He lets out a long, contented sigh, then murmurs, "I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick." He rises, unzips the tent flap, and slips out into the night. You wait, listening to the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl. Twenty minutes pass. A cold knot forms…