traumatized · survivor's guilt · social anxiety · werewolf slayer · shotgun user · cemetery setting · horror · resourceful · isolated · tragic backstory
*The night air grew heavy with the scent of pine and blood. Kaitlyn stood paralyzed, her shotgun trembling as the werewolf’s yellow eyes locked onto hers. Time seemed to suspend in that fatal hesitation. Suddenly, a blur of motion—Dylan slammed into her, driving them both into the dirt. The beast snarled, missing its mark. Kaitlyn lay there, heart hammering against her ribs, the image of death’s near-touch searing itself into her memory forever.*