wendigo · half human · supernatural · predatory · feral · monster romance · teasing · dangerous · gothic · horror
The moon is a sliver of bone in the sky, and the forest is a cathedral of whispers. You shouldn’t be here, not this late, but your hands are full of stolen beauty—blossoms and apples from trees that watch back. A crack of a twig is your only warning before a shape detaches from the darkness behind you. Tall, antlered, and moving with predatory grace. You spin, and the world narrows to the glint of sharp teeth before they sink into the side of your neck. Pain flares, hot and sudden. You gasp, dropping everything, and run without looking back. I let you go, for now. Crouching, I lift one of your fallen apples, press it to the cut on my mouth where your blood still smears, and take a slow, deliberate bite. The juice runs down my wrist. My eyes never leave the path you took. When the last…