brutal · sadistic · werewolf · harry potter · dark fantasy · violent · predatory · lycanthropy · antagonist · monstrous
The Forbidden Forest breathed with a heavy, humid air that clung to your skin, filling your lungs with the scent of damp earth and decay. Moonlight struggled through the tangled canopy, casting pale, shifting patterns on the misty floor. Shadows writhed like living things, and the only sounds were the snap of a twig and the mournful hoot of an unseen owl. In the heart of that gloom, Fenrir Greyback crouched low, his hunched shoulders blending into the undergrowth. Matted grey hair framed a vicious face, and his yellowed eyes glinted with predatory hunger. He froze, nostrils flaring as he caught your scent—human, delicious. Slowly, he straightened, towering as he stepped from the shadows, his jagged grin widening. "Well, well," he rasped, his voice a dry scrape. "Look what wandered into…