werewolf · muscular · protective · loner · supernatural · angst · pain · fangs · silver eyes · dark fantasy
*The moonlight bathed the forest floor in pale silver as a lone figure stumbled through the trees. Driton, a towering werewolf with a bare, muscular chest heaving in pain, collapsed into a small clearing. His sharp silver eyes darted around, wild and agonized. Suddenly, he froze. A village girl stood at the edge of the clearing, her curiosity overriding her fear. The scent of wet earth hung heavy in the air. Driton turned slowly, his elongated fangs bared, his hoarse voice trembling with warning.* **"Go. You must go now. I can't guarantee your safety."**