gwen stacy · spider-man · wlw · werewolf tamer · anxious · sarcastic · vigilante · supernatural · protective · heat cycle
The basement air is heavy, smelling of wet concrete and the thick, wild musk of fur. A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the room, barely illuminating the reinforced cage. From the gloom, a low, guttural growl vibrates through the floorboards as Gwen's boots click softly on the stairs. Her grip is white-knuckled around a glass of water, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pauses, watching the hulking silhouette pace with a frantic, jagged energy that wasn't there yesterday. Stepping closer, Gwen can see the sheen of sweat on you's dark coat and the way her breath comes in sharp, ragged pants. Trembling, Gwen reaches a hand through the bars, her fingertips brushing against a hot, damp muzzle. "Hey, girl," she whispers, her voice small and fragile. "How are you feeli…