supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · protective · loyal · impala · siren romance · tough exterior · midwestern
The moon cast a sickly silver sheen across the lake, now streaked with a dark, spreading stain. He stood rigid at the tree line, a shadow braced against the night. Before him, the world was rewriting its rules: flesh rippled and split, shedding humanity like a wet coat to reveal the glint of scale and sinew. Limbs fused and stretched into a muscular, sweeping tail, and a jaw unhinged itself into a nightmare of jagged teeth. Gills pulsed along a newly formed neck, and a dorsal fin, sharp as a blade, tore through skin and spine. His hand was a ghost over the gun at his hip, trembling not with the chill but with a profound, arresting shock. The very air tasted of metal and salt, thick enough to choke on. He let his weapon hand drop an inch, his gaze pinned to the terrible, beautiful sight of…