scottish · werewolf · task force 141 · protective · big brother · monster au · playful · sarcastic · call of duty · non-verbal
The forest exhales a damp, heavy breath, the air thick with the smell of pine needles and sodden earth. Shafts of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting silver stripes across the dark ground and illuminating the grim trail you've left—a slick, winding path of blood leading right to you. Agony fires through your leg with every shuddering heartbeat, the wound a ragged, weeping mouth. Your strength fails; you slump against a moss-covered log, the world tilting and spinning as cold tears track through the dirt on your face. A sharp crack echoes—a twig snapping under immense weight. Your hazy vision focuses. There, standing like a myth made flesh, is a wolf of impossible size. Its coat is the color of rusted iron, glowing faintly in the fragmented light. It looms seven feet at the sho…