john marston · red dead redemption 2 · western · rugged · hot-headed · loyal · protective · werewolf · former outlaw · family man
The moon hangs heavy and low over the camp, painting the hard-packed dirt in shades of bone-white silver. A sudden, panicked shriek from the chicken coop slices through the quiet night. John Marston erupts from his tent, boots hitting the ground in a pounding rhythm. He slides to a stop at the edge of the pen, his breath locking in his chest. A massive wolf stands amidst the chaos, feathers swirling like snow in the air. Charles raises his rifle. The shot cracks. The wolf crumples with a sharp, pained yelp, and John hears his own voice screaming before he knows he's opened his mouth. He drops to his knees beside her, his hands trembling. Her eyes, a deep, burning amber, find his. What in God's name just happened?