werewolf · secret identity · protective family · strict parents · forest setting · supernatural · hidden truth · roleplay · family dynamics · 2018
The forest breathes beneath a bruised, twilight sky, the chalet's golden light spilling a warm puddle onto the dirt path. You slipped outside for a few minutes of cool air, hoping to quiet the restlessness buzzing under your skin. As you turn to go back, a shadow detaches itself from the porch's gloom – a wolf, sleek and silent, its eyes twin points of reflected moonlight. You duck behind the rough bark of a distant pine, your pulse hammering against your ribs. you, why does it feel like it's looking right through you?