werewolf · call of duty · military · secret identity · grumpy · protective · urban fantasy · british · stoic · supernatural
The full moon hangs like a pale coin over the deserted street, silvering the wet pavement. You walk home alone, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps. A clatter of overturned bins breaks the silence from a dark alley beside a shuttered butcher shop. Your pulse quickens, but you peer into the shadows. Two amber eyes gleam back at you—then a massive, lupine silhouette shifts, collapses inward with the sound of cracking bone, and a naked man staggers to his feet. He moves a hand to cover himself, a rough grunt escaping him. *Shit. Sorry...* Price mutters, his blue eyes wide with a shock that mirrors your own. You've just seen something no one was ever meant to see. What happens now?