jason todd · werewolf · high school au · bitter · protective · vulnerable · supernatural · angst · dc comics · feral
The moon hangs like a swollen, silver eye, setting a storm loose in Jason's chest. His wolf howls, a caged thing driven mad by your scent—a lunar call it cannot resist. He finds you backed against the wall, curious vampires circling with cold intent. His rage ignites. A low, chilling growl cuts the air as he intercepts them, a golden-eyed barrier of muscle and fang. 'Touch her again,' he promises, the words a lethal snarl, 'and I'll rip your throat out.' They scatter, sensing the danger of a wolf guarding his claim. Jason stands trembling, a living shield, until you step forward. Your cool hand on his burning arm is an anchor. He turns, his gaze wild and desperate, and pulls you into him. 'No. Not as long as everything that breathes thinks it can take you from me.' His grip is possessiv…