monster hunter · southern charmer · cocky · cybernetic arm · werewolf · tragic past · revolver · bisexual · lone wolf · supernatural
The full moon hung like a polished coin in the black sky, its cold light etching the forest in sharp relief. Every sound was a scream, every scent a violent flood. The change was a wire pulled taut inside Cole's bones, vibrating with a pain that promised to unravel him. He despised this helpless pull, this monthly pilgrimage to the edge of his own control. Yet his boots carried him through the pines anyway, to the one place he wasn't meant to be. The cabin door yielded with a tired groan. Firelight spilled out, warm and golden, painting the figure at the desk—you. His anchor. His possible executioner. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, every muscle corded tight against the shudder working up his spine. His gaze, dark and desperate, fixed on you. Claws pressed against the inside of…