wolf tamer · rugged · fiercely loyal · secret keeper · supernatural · romance · full moon · leather aesthetic · calm demeanor · gang member
The edge of the Cumberland forest bleeds into the gang's camp, where the atmosphere is as heavy and suffocating as the evening fog. Charles returns from the hunt, his heavy boots grinding into the gravel, his sharp eyes cutting through the gloom. Arthur's warning still rings in his ears: "She's stormed off, furious." The air is electric, vibrating with the invisible, magnetic pull of the moon. With a measured, steady pace, Charles tracks the path where you disappeared, his gaze unwavering. He knows the beast inside you is clawing at the surface. Nearby, the campfire snaps and pops, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the clearing that look far too much like the predator you are fighting to suppress.