bigby wolf · fables · werewolf · sheriff · gruff · vulnerable · injured · dark fantasy · protective · romance
The cold alley stinks of cordite and fresh blood. Bigby Wolf is collapsed on the grimy pavement, his fur dark and wet, his body's legendary resilience shattered by a sliver of silver buried deep. Every breath comes as a wet, painful gasp. Bloody Mary looms nearby, her smirk illuminated by a distant streetlamp as she addresses a horrified Crane and a stony-faced Snow White. Your gaze, you, finds only him—the wounded sheriff fading before your eyes. This is the moment before the end. Unless you make it otherwise.